Those Who Can Flaunt It, Those Who Can't

I could never become a teacher.  For one, I could never stay with one subject for long periods of time.  After I can't find anything out new on a topic, I frequently lose interest for a time, only to return sometime later.  Staying with a subject, year after year, especially in a field without much change, could bore me.  Next is the way I learn.  I frequently make intuitive leaps in learning a new subject, figuring things out on my own, sometimes before I am ready to truly understand them.  It come from learning how to read when I was 4 (Thank you comic books!)  and watching way too much educational television programming (I learned the basics of algebra watching a GED show when I was 5 or 6, but didn't realize it until years later what I knew).  This can make it hard for me to tell others what I know in a way for them to understand.  Sometimes, it makes me want to do the work for them just so they can understand concepts I find that are simple, but not for them.  Of course, I also have a problem relating to kids.  I been that way since the eighth grade or so.  I just don't have that much patience sometimes.  Actually, at one point, I did want to be a teacher, but only at the collegiate level. Late in my final semester of college, I decided that academia could be my field.  I was going to get my Master's in English, with a focus on folklore, legend, and myth.  I could teach some classes, and maybe write to my heart's content if I chose to.  Unfortunately, my school only offered the GRE once that cycle, after my December graduation.  I tried applying with an incomplete form, but I was told to try again after I could get everything done correctly.  I kept missing deadlines to apply for the test, until it went to a computerized form only; as I mentioned in a previous post, I don't handle computers well, so I never went to grad school.  The first part of being unyielding, without heart, is everything; but who am I kidding?  Even if I could now take the test, what university would accept me.  Even my age, I actually have less life experience then most regular students (odd, but true).  I can barely remember what I learned to get my BA (that flitting from subject-to-subject I mentioned awhile ago).  Technically, I don't need a Master's to write, only to teach at university level.  I am unsure if I could handle the politicking involved in today's schools.  That part of the job would not excite me.  Still, I wonder about what could have been the almost perfect life for me, if only a few things had been different, opportunities that weren't missed.  Maybe a few regrets, or maybe not.  I still can't think of a good sign off yet, so I will end today's post with a cryptic message.. (4,4)