Monday, August 19, 2013
What would you do if you weren't afraid?
I didn't quite know. To find out, I needed to read "Who Moved my Cheese" by Spencer Johnson, MD. A small, often maligned book gave me the final push to conquer my fear. So what did I do? I asked simple question. I was walking around my building, and I wanted to ask the payroll department if it was possible to teach a class, but still work overtime in financial aid.
This may not seem like a big deal, but for me it was like asking out a supermodel. The small tome listed above kept having its main character what he would do if he weren't afraid, and I took the lesson to heart. So, after hearing yes, I knew I had one place left to go.
This was around May 10th, and I knew where I was headed next. I went straight to the school's English Language Institute, and asked the director of the TESOL program if I could have one last shot. The gentleman sitting across from me was the same person who accepted me into the program, and taught two of the classes that made up the program. He said yes, but the Dean would need to approve. I guessed as much, as this program is exspensive, and I'd already tried it once.
Eventually, and only after a great deal of effort on the teacher's part, I was re-accepted into the program. I was prepared to hear no the college's answer, and I would not have argued. There wsa a small part of me that would have prefered to hear no, as I knew how hard the program was. I didn't complete I didn't want to fail again, and I was just as afraid to talk to my boss about the situation.
In the end I needn't have worried. Just as in 2011, my director resigned in the merry merry month of May, and taking the program and chaging the schedule was suddenly no problem. I had a collegue cover my late Thursday nights, and I was off and running.
This may not seem like a big deal, but for me it was like asking out a supermodel. The small tome listed above kept having its main character what he would do if he weren't afraid, and I took the lesson to heart. So, after hearing yes, I knew I had one place left to go.
This was around May 10th, and I knew where I was headed next. I went straight to the school's English Language Institute, and asked the director of the TESOL program if I could have one last shot. The gentleman sitting across from me was the same person who accepted me into the program, and taught two of the classes that made up the program. He said yes, but the Dean would need to approve. I guessed as much, as this program is exspensive, and I'd already tried it once.
Eventually, and only after a great deal of effort on the teacher's part, I was re-accepted into the program. I was prepared to hear no the college's answer, and I would not have argued. There wsa a small part of me that would have prefered to hear no, as I knew how hard the program was. I didn't complete I didn't want to fail again, and I was just as afraid to talk to my boss about the situation.
In the end I needn't have worried. Just as in 2011, my director resigned in the merry merry month of May, and taking the program and chaging the schedule was suddenly no problem. I had a collegue cover my late Thursday nights, and I was off and running.
