Free writing (draft II)

What I always hated the most when classes start is the first day of classes. Since I was a child I always feared all the uncertainty that implies to begin a new period at school without knowing how good or bad this year could be and having to deal with expectations to fulfil, fears to overcome and patience to put in test.
Well, this year has not been an exception. I have already imagined this year is going to be hard as it is the last one of my career (hopefully) and I’ll have to do my best in order to achieve.
The first class I attended this year was Didactica II and while the teacher was explaining in what the subject is going to consist, I remembered what happened when I had to do the teaching trainings at Didactica I. Despite of the fear I felt about being in front of a class for the first time, I really enjoyed it and I appreciated every moment I spent there, being a teacher. But at that time I was with a great partner to help me whenever I needed it. Now I’m supposed to be alone and while the teacher talked about the schools, the students and whatever related to “the practices”, I could only think about how it is going to be, to be on the road again, but alone this time.
But don’t get me wrong with what I’m saying. I’m not afraid of being in front of a class. I know the process of becoming a teacher takes a lot of time and the teaching trainings are required, and I accept that. It’s just that uncertainty reigns in my world these days.
Once the class finished, we had a break and then the English Language class started. As a task, we were asked to practice free writing for about 15 minutes, and honestly I have to say that I felt a little afraid of running out of ideas. I’m not a very creative person but at that moment I managed to write something which was not very clear by at the time I read it for the first time.
Once I finished the free writing, I remembered that the last year I didn’t have any problem to write the entries for my blog and I enjoyed doing that. I’m a kind of person who always questions about what happens in the world, with people’s attitudes,etc,etc so I always had something to write about. And it was there, when I realized that it was not the lack of ideas what concerned me but the not very optimistic days I’m going through these days.