The Click

Lately in student-teaching, I have been working my ass off. Some people might ask why (and they have). And I can never give them a great response. I'm just a hardworker, I always manage to say. And that is true. But it's something more than that. I know the end game; I can see it. I've had a click recently, and not just the one that Tennesse Williams tends to talk about. I want to be a teacher because I truly like kids, and I like the art of teaching someone something, especially something that I am fascinated with, something I love.

Now student teaching isn't always "all that and a bag of chips." I never really knew what that saying meant or where it really came from. A quick google search of the origin of the saying "all that and a bag of chips" comes up relatively short. With only links to Urban Dictionary and this quiz, which I failed to answer, the first question being "Are older men attracted to you?".

I guess, in that case, I'm neither all that nor a bag of chips. Damn.

But anyway, teaching certainly has its drawbacks. It eats up your time like that bag of chips that I can now eat without fear of being labeled a type of cannibal. I guess for now, I'll press on and keep working hard, so that the payoff is high and I can enjoy what I'm doing, sitting in my comfortable recliner, watching my life unfold before me, with nothing on my lap but the remote control and, oh yeah, what about a bag of chips?