I’ve never worried about the first day of school. I always show up with a smile on my face, never stressing about what my teachers would be like, who would be in my classes, or how difficult the class would be. ATDP was different. I was fortunate enough, or at least I thought, to not have class on the first day of being with the RSA. However, the grueling observations I plucked from the wilting bodies of my RSA comrades, struck desolate fear, not hope into my spirit. The reality of what I had signed up for haunted my thoughts, as the others attempted fake smiles to construct a facade of the real toll the first day of class had taken on them. I could see. I could see what class was really going to be like, I could see the painstakingly long hours, and I could see I was unprepared. Nevertheless, I forced my chin up, refusing to acknowledge the fact that I was from an all too far away land, a land of farm people nested in a bedroom community; estranged from this utopia of technology driven youth. I persisted. I persisted with just enough persistence to persist through the first day. What I presumed would be utter torture, amounted to pure pleasure and enjoyment. I loved being a T.A., I loved seeing the students faces light up with excitement as they transformed their first 1a’s and 0a’s into almost tangible programs.
I hold high hopes for ATDP and the RSA. Everyone here has being absolutely wonderful. I know the rest of the summer is going to spectacular and I assure you more blogs are to come.