I might just be hitting my stride.

I think I may be starting to feel more confident in my profession. Hell, it's taken a few years, but I feel like I might just be moving closer to where I want to be.

My lessons for my advanced classes are air-tight this week. I spent a good five hours this past weekend putting everything together, doing some research, and drafting materials. I feel like they're interesting, but they still fully encompass the necessary concepts. Granted, SO MUCH MORE can be taught with Shakespeare. Although I have alluded to connotations and references in class, unfortunately, given my audience, I've had to censor much of the message. But, aside from promiscuity, venereal disease, and erections, there is so much more I could cover.

For instance: Juliet's constant firing of questions during the balcony scene. Not only does she defy the expectations of the Petrarchan heroine, she shatters Elizabethan constructs by refusing to play coy and demanding answers from her potential mate. What's most puzzling, though, is that she very rarely receives any definitive answer from Romeo; his intentions, although seeming obvious upon his proposal of marriage, remain unclear. Instead of waiting for clarity, she interrupts with more questions and insinuates his answers.

God, I'm such a nerd. Why do I like this literature crap so much? Why can't I just be one of those normal people whose idea of good reading is Us Weekly or TV Guide? I'd probably be better off.

Anyway, I think I could be good at this teaching thing eventually.