My Happy Place is in The Classroom

My Happy Place is in The Classroom

Don't all education majors feel this way?


Recently, I've been missing people and I've realized how attached I've become to certain people in my life. It's a good thing to me because it shows that you care about them, and that you can't want to picture your life without them. A lot of the people I am missing right now are from college, and ask me 6 months ago if I ever thought that would happen and I would immediately think no.

That just shows how impactful the past 6 months have been, but when I begin to miss people too much and I become sad, or I become sad in general, I think about my happy place. I think about the place that no matter what I feel my best in, and I feel like I can take on the world. It's my refresh button, and the crazy thing about my happy place is that it tends to be where most people dread to go too.

My happy place is a classroom. It always has been, and that's because I feel like I excel the most in a classroom. I am so confident, and I feel like I thrive when I am in a classroom.

If I don't have a smile going into a classroom, I will most likely have a smile leaving a classroom. All because I feel my best in the classroom, and I find the classroom in a classroom to be fun and invigorating. On some of my worst days, I would go to class and I would receive a second wind from some of my teachers in high school.

I am someone that loves to learn, ask questions, be challenged, and to explore topics I wouldn't think to explore in my free time. That's what happens in a classroom, you can get challenged, ask questions, learn, and explore topics that only a teacher/professor might bring up. It's one of the biggest reasons why I make sure I attend all (most) of my classes in college because even in a huge lecture hall, I can have this experience.

It's also the biggest reason as to why I want to be a teacher. I feel my best in a classroom, and I feel best when I am helping people. Whether it'd be on a problem, or on their personal journey into becoming their best selves.

Being in a classroom gives me this energy and this hope that the world can change, and that I could be a part of that change.

It gives me a hope for a brighter future, and I know that it's possible. I do my best work in a classroom.

My happy place is definitely unique, but whenever I think back to my favorite moments in high school, they all happened in a classroom. Whether it'd be before school or I made a fool of myself in class for a demonstration. There was laughter and pure happiness in these moments, and when I become a teacher someday, I hope that I can create these moments again and possibly make the classroom for someone else.

The classroom is a really cool place that we should all love because so many amazing moments can happen, if you just put yourself out there and just go for it.

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5 Struggles That Coming Home For The Summer Pose

Summer isn't always what you think it's going to be, especially when you're coming home.


Summer break is amazing in so many ways: you're given countless hours to yourself, no daily stresses concerning school and assignments, and no overbearing pressures to go out every single night. However, coming home (usually) means you're back living with your parents and back to abiding by their rules, despite the fact that for around ten months, you were the only person making the rules in your own home. Despite the perks that come with summer, I have composited 10 reasons why summer can be hard to bear.

1. Having a set curfew.

I find it almost comical that I was able to "run free" for 10 months in Tallahassee with no regard for what time it was, but while at home I get the "it's time to come home" text from my parents as soon as 11 o'clock rolls around. For the entire school year, I was able to stay at friends' places until the sun came up, at walk out of clubs around closing time with no fear of getting punished for staying out too late, but now, I have to constantly plan around my curfew and ensure that I'm home before I get on my parents' bad side.

2. Having to get a summer job.

It was always a rule in my house that jobs were only meant for summer since my parents felt that getting good grades were our primary priority, so now that school's out, I'm working at my local Panera and dog-sitting for my neighbors, even though I absolutely hate dogs. Working isn't the worst thing I've had to do, but when I have to miss beach days and parties for a job that only pays $9 an hour, it sucks!

3. Countless days of boredom. 

College has made me accustomed to being surrounded by other people and activities 24/7. Sure, there were a couple of hours a day for alone time, but the majority of my day was spent hanging out with friends, going to my sorority, going out, and attending class. Now that I'm home and far away from my friends and the social aspect of FSU, I find myself bored and lonely.

4. Less freedom and independence. 

While away at school, I was able to do pretty much anything I wanted without my parents finding out. I was able to go get fast food in the middle of the night, go out to clubs, and sleep at my friends' place whenever I wanted. Sadly, now that I'm home, I can't just leave whenever I want or do whatever I want; I have to tell my parents when I'm going to places, where I'm going, who I'm meeting, and when exactly I'll be home.

5. Having to unpack and sort through your old clothes and the ones you brought to school.

Being the youngest has gifted me with an overabundance of hand-me-downs, everything from prom dresses to shoes to jewelry. However, over the years, the amount of clothes I have accumulated is insane; coming home has forced me to sort through the piles of old clothes and things I don't want anymore in order to make room for the multiple suitcases I brought back from school. My room looks like a tornado swept through it for three weeks now, despite the countless hours I have spent organizing, donating, and folding.

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