Caroline in the Delta

Closing the Teach For America Blogging Gap
Jun 10 2010

the Delta, I’m in it.

Yesterday I woke up at 5:30, folded the last of my laundry, hugged Loren & Auntie goodbye, and moved to Mississippi.

The ride was fine, all 14 hours: I tiredly talked on the phone, jammed to Justin Timberlake, and screamed every once in a while. Arriving on campus was a bit too real. When I got in my room and saw my roommate’s stuff piled on the floor, I put my registration packet on my bare mattress and started pacing & crying. I wish my mama could have driven with me, though I bet if she was alive I would still be too “mature” and “independent” to ask for her company. I just wish I could call her. My panic was momentary. I walked through the bathroom to meet suitemate Jessica, later her roommate Andrea and my roommate Lucy. All are wonderful.

Woke up this morning almost surprised at where I was. Delta State University, Okra card, big binder, business casual. Induction was dry but necessary. I debated complaining about being tired but recognize that I will likely be tired for the next month, and two years, it’s just a matter of getting used to it again.

I’m making it my mission to be totally real here. No fronts or trying to impress people or modifying behavior to fit a standard. I’m ready for absolutely real conversations, absolute focus on my students and the task at hand, and a better sense of personal balance than I’ve ever had. Yes, I will be professional in my manners, but I’m ready to be confident in who I am, what I want, and what I believe in.

My missions for institute include running three times a week with new friend Sally who I adore, blogging at minimum once a week for any existing readers and my own record, and doing all assigned work as immediately as possible. Loren gave me excellent advice to write down exactly why I want to do Teach For America and what’s driving me right now; I’m going to sit, think and write it down before Sunday.

3 Responses

  1. Glad the drive went well. You’re amazing!

    p.s. I’m still reading.

  2. Cindy

    Amazing doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of all you are, all you offer and all your Mom was proud of every day. And totally real – a fantastic goal!

  3. Good luck on the move – at least you have a roomate to start with!

    I remember having the “What the **** did I do?” feeling after moving to Houston. It was pretty crazy. You’ll do great, though.

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