I've been a student for nearly twenty years, and I'm currently experiencing some (understandable) apprehension about entering the "real world" of semi-adulthood (I say semi because I value the elements of childhood far to much to ever become a genuine "adult"). I am by no means kicking and screaming, only wondering and (on occasion) worrying. I have been training to be a teacher, and that is truly exciting. I love to read and write, and see language (both written and spoken) as perhaps the highest form of art.
I think. A lot. I love music, movies, art, trees, laughing with anyone (but not at anyone), and witty banter among other things. I try to maintain an appreciation and respect for the depth of human thought, while not forgetting the simple things we take for granted every day. I am a closeted idealist and at my core a romantic. The challenge for me, is avoiding the cynicism that can come from watching a world full of frightened people struggle against one another to secure a place for themselves.
I am a learner, wildly imaginative, and a romantic