Final Posting

So last post, I can honestly say I'm a little sad. Well, that's enough sentiment let's get down to it!
Where will my interest in reading and writing take me? That is quite the spring board. I can certainly tell you where I hope to go. The classroom first and foremost. I am an educator. I think I was born to be one. Any gift of phrase that I possess, I fully intend to use for the benefit of others. I think reading will lead me to a place of insight that I may be able to better describe certain concepts than someone else. If that becomes the case then I will use that description so someone else might better understand me.
Writing is as always more of an exploration of self than anything else. As I grow older and wiser my knowledge of myself is bound to become more accurate. And hell, I'm such a great guy that if I can perfectly describe my self I know it will be a best seller. All kidding aside I do want to write another "great American novel" and feel like the potential to do so is within me, so long as I have a first class editor <--- Wish I were kidding.
So professional writer during the summer and High school teacher the rest of the year is my short answer. But that's hardly how I want to cap off such a fantastic assignment from one of my favorite classes thus far in my collegiate career. So to expound, Reading is going to take me a lot of places. I can foresee it taking me deeper into the realm of poetry. I love the intensity of it, the seeming urgency to find underlying meaning within a few short stanzas. Eventually I'm sure I'll have to find a passion for non-fiction. Otherwise research is going to be a bitch for the rest of my life. Can't have that now can we? I don't think that will be as hard as it sounds. There's always a lot of interesting stuff in history, it's just getting into the minute details that I've yet to conquer. Already this semester my reading has broadened my horizons learning a great deal about the middle-east and enough about Kierkegaard to spell his name right without looking it up. I will always continue to read because it is always humbling to find out that there is always so much more to the world than you first thought.
As I said Novelist is the eventual goal, but before I get there I'm thinking there are a few stops I'll be forced to make along the way. Short-stories, poetry, journals, diaries, screenplays (probably never developed into movies, but whatever) a part of me wants to write at least one of everything; this would be the non-lazy part. But the first and most vital step I feel I have only just started to take: I need to find my own voice. I need to first realize what I want to express about me. What do I think is worth writing about, and in such a way that will flow or make sense to my intended audience. For that matter who is my intended audience. So I have much to learn. This of course means more reading. Life certainly does have it's poetry.
Well sense this isn't by any means a formal writing, I think I'll conclude in a way that plenty of teachers have told me not to.
IN CONCLUSION, (lol probably funny to no one but me) reading and writing have taken me a long way and are bound to take me much farther. The reason is this: I have devoted my life to them, and if I put my best efforts into any endeavor, I will without fail, excel. Sounds cocky, but... Well, there is no but to that, it just sounds cocky. If this were any kind of a truthful essay I would just have to say I have no idea where I'm going with all of this but I'm enjoying myself along the way, won't you all join me?
Loved this class, gonna try my damnedest to take careers in writing!