Daisy

Today.

Today I have to register at my college. I start my lessons properly on Monday.

After all of this time waiting for this moment, it would seem inevitable to forget why I am really taking my PGCE and what initially triggered my desire to be a history teacher. Certainly, I have been spending more time worrying about my hair than about the course content in the past few days... but then perhaps that is a defence mechanism because my hair is so much easier to control (even when it's humid).

But I was just watching the last documentary by Simon Schama about the History of Britain while I ate my breakfast and I found myself in tears as footage was showed of Winston Churchills funeral (certain parts of history - like the death of a great man - have always affected me physically). My passion for what I am about to do is still there because I adore my subject, because I am so proud of the history of this country and it's (not always noble) past which is flowing through my vains.

Lord, but I sound totally overdramatic (I blame Winstons rousing speeches) but I think what I am trying to convey here is that this afternoon I'm about to take a huge leap of faith not into the unknown, but into the welcome arms of a lost lover who has so much more to teach me.

I'm so excited, not that I get to flirt with the students, hang out at the cheap bar and get 10% discount in Topshop, but rather that finally, after a very long time away... I am coming home.

3.9.04 12:16