I'm afeared that when I become a teacher I will lose myself.
The part that is crazy, dances and sings to random things will go away
The part that still likes to club but rarely gets the chance will fade into the background
The part that loves drinking Brew & View's rasberry beer while watching a $2 movie will become pale
I'm afeared that when I become a teacher I will lose myself.
My style may stay the same somewhat, but my love of spaghetti straps will diminish
My humor and sarcasm will lose luster, the smiles will be so nice and sincere
My hair will always be pulled into a ponytail, or cut short altogether
I'm afeared that when I become a teacher I will lose myself.
Language will become rich with literary terms and lacking in colloquialisms
Laughs will come at the appropriate times, no bawdiness even smirked at
Little measures of my soul converted to all that's "appropriate" and "P.C."
I'm afeared that when I become a teacher I will lose myself...I want to teach with all my soul, but I want to keep my soul.