I walk with nervous anticipation over to the building where I have spent so many weeks, days, and hours learning, training, and studying the art of pedagogy.
The air is a thick smog (thank you Salt Lake City inversion!) with hints of tiny snowflakes beginning to fall. As I continue to walk, the snow begins to fully show it's presence and thick white flurries begin to kiss my cheek as I get closer to Malouf.
I know this is it. The end, yet also the beginning.
I've been preparing for this presentation for years, collecting data, saving documents and pictures, organizing papers and projects, all which can defend my knowledge as an educator.
When I enter the conference room, all my nerves are set aside and a warm boost of confidence fills my core.
I'm ready for this.
After listening to 3 other presentations from my peers, it's finally my turn. I stand in front of three beautiful, wise, and gifted professors and begin to share my journey with them. The minutes pass by and I don't even notice... I could talk about this all day.
And yet suddenly, I'm done. I'M DONE! Am I really done?? YES!.... I am done.
A mixture of emotions stir inside me as I head back home. Happiness? Definitely. Relief? Absolutely. But there is also an unsettling feeling, a little sadness that this chapter of my life has come to a close.
Words cannot express how thankful I am for my teachers in the Westminster Education program.
Something has ended, yet an incredible adventure awaits me.
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