School has been a challenge so far, but a good challenge. My creative juices have been tested and given limits and then have been given freedom. I have felt feelings of dread and fear and excitement.

I have been trying to develop my professionalism. If I can't view myself as a leader, or a professional of some sort, how will I be able to take command of a classroom? I'm in classes with 18 year old's who don't care about readings or the money that their parents or the government is spending on their Education, and others who have been in the teaching field as Education Assistants for twenty years, just needing the degree to get a pay raise. This year I am trying to absorb all of my readings, and, believe it or not, I am trying my best. I have never really felt confident saying that I am trying "my best" but this semester I have started it out well. Most days I come home with a tired brain. It is hard to be open enough to be molded but critical enough to sift through the information bit by bit, coming to my own conclusions. I am enjoying it, even though at times it's really overwhelming.

Subjects I have been exploring are the complexities of multiculturalism, the deep ingrained racism that is in almost every person I know, and the tensions between Canadian values and the incorporation and inclusion of other cultures. Others have been related to nature, and also I have been exploring my own writing capabilities in an informal setting. I have been cutting down and building up my confidence in being in front of students.

Don't even ask about my social life.

I can't believe it's October. Soon it will be another semester up and gone, a year gone by since I have been married, and my friend will be back on the continent.