I had a love/hate relationship with being a technician back when I was one.
I loved working with mostly geeky guys and not being afraid of tech talk. The work was ok, I was. . . competent.
But very quickly after getting what should have been a dream job, I realized I was not happy or fulfilled. In fact, despite making more money than I ever had and living in a great apartment that I loved and being medicated, I was getting depressed. Again.
I think one reason why I was laid off that time was because of my depression. I started leaving work early or staying home because I had a headache or felt “sick”. I spent a lot of time online on a forum I was a frequent contributor to. I did my job, but half-heartedly, and I I wasn’t really comfortable with it. After 15 years, I never really became all that comfortable with it. It never felt right.
I was in touch with myself enough to realize that this meant I wasn’t supposed to be an engineer and to change my major – to math.
Math is also not a very. . . soulful, fulfilling path. It can be rather esoteric and philosophical, though.
But I really struggled with a couple of courses (abstract/modern algebra and real analysis, if you have to know).
As in, took them multiple times and celebrated a C/C- grade.
Funny, every non-math class I took, I got a B or even an A without even trying.
The math classes? My actual major? Not so much, once I hit the upper division classes.
Now, I did choose math in part because it was hard. Because I’m stubborn (or is it arrogant?) that way.
See, I can read and discuss history, philosophy, ethnic studies and a zillion other subjects on my own. But math beyond calculus? Was never going to be able to teach myself that.
Besides, we keep hearing about how the schools need teachers in STEM (science, technology, engineering and math) fields, so it should be easy to get a job, right?
Except it took me twice as long to finish the degree as I thought it would, because of depression and not working and then working and still depressed and so on and so on and so on.
But I did finish.
Then I got into a program to get my credential.
And choked on the finish line.
I WILL finish that this April, but the path here has been arduous.
And now I’m feeling like that may not be where I’m supposed to be.
Way back in the early 1990s, I considered leaving the military. I had an opportunity to leave before my time was up.
I consulted a couple of people, thinking I should be doing something metaphysical – since every time I go for any kind of reading, the reader invariably says, “You could do what I do.”
But everything at that time came back saying, “No, stay. It’s not time.”
Right now. . . I don’t know.
Things feel. . . very strange.
Full of possibilities.
But at the same time, I don’t think I’m manic. I’m sleeping well, for one thing. (Less than four hours sleep a night is usually a pretty big indicator that I’m swinging that way).
So, I’m trying to get down as many ideas as I can, write as much as I can while this is in my head.
Maybe it’s time for something . . . different.
I know I’m supposed to Teach.
But maybe that’s not math.