I sat down to take the first lecture. And within minutes I knew that something was wrong.
I felt it.
Despite the feeling I pressed on. Kept showing up to those lectures.
I had been brought up to commit and persist.
It’s a quality that can work for you or against you. Our parents often teach us these skills.
But despite the inner voice getting louder I continued to the end of that first year.
The course I had selected was an accounting degree.
Ever felt like a square peg in a round hole?
That was me.
I was oil and the choice was water.
It didn’t mix.
So I made a pivot.
Decided to become a teacher. My accounting major was replaced by a teaching degree.
So I felt more at ease.
And sort of comfortable.
But when I did my first stint at “practice teaching” where you spent 2 weeks in a real school teaching that now familiar foreboding feeling made its presence felt again.
Despite this I finished my 4 years and secured my first teaching appointment.
I then headed south to an unfamiliar city. It was great school with supportive friendly colleagues.
But the feeling persisted.
Turning up to school every day was… Read More