End of the Quarter

Time flies when you are having fun.  It also flies when you are just slammed with things.

This is the first year that we’ve had an active group of kids that want to do after school events.  That means more hours.  Yes, more money too but sometimes it isn’t “all about the Benjamins”.  I do love that the students, or as we call them..cadets, are getting more involved.   Middle school can be an odd transition and any connections you make can ease the awkward phase of adolescence. Having something to look forward to can really change your perspective on school as a whole.  I know it did for me.  I’m sure I wouldn’t have been the nerd I am (and I say that with pride) if I hadn’t been involved with band, choir, musicals and everything in between.  It made school fun.  I don’t really remember wanting to stay home from school.  I love going….

It is also a transition for the parents of the cadets. Having their little ones expand their interests means more commitment from them as well.  That means figuring out transportation and other logistics.  If there are lapses in communication at home, these factors can become complicated and turn into “situations”.  That’s when we have to stop and remember that sometimes the anger isn’t directed at us personally but at the situations.  It’s hard!     ….Ah…professionalism…how you save me so many times.

The best thing about then end of the quarter is teacher planning day.  No cadets means no interpreters needed.  Hello three day weekend! So while things are getting hectic…life throws in little breaks just to give us some breathing room.

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FRID Conference 2014

Wow! I just got home from Florida Registry of Interpreters for the Deaf (FRID) conference. What an eye-opening experience.  For the first time in my short career, I felt like a professional.

I have been to other workshops, much smaller scale. Attended the Silent Weekend and the Educational Interpreter Project’s Summer Institute, but this….this was different.  The atmosphere was….well…professional.  That sounds so cliché.  It’s hard to describe, so I will use my “feeling words”.

I felt overwhelmed at one point, eyes tearing up and felt very emotional.  Why had I waited so long to join the professional organization pertaining to my career?  Why hadn’t anyone told me how this organization worked?  Why hadn’t I jumped in with both feet when I started out?  Was I not ready?  Timing is everything…isn’t that the phrase? So am I different now?  Maybe…  Perhaps I wasn’t ready to be a “Professional Interpreter”.  While technically, being paid to do something makes you a professional, I feel that I am still working towards that goal.  National certification may change that perspective. Then I can move from professional the adjective, to professional the noun.

Anyway, the whole point, is that I felt like I was in the right place this weekend at the conference.  Ninety-nine point nine percent of the people I met were open and friendly.   ….and encouraging, once they got to know my level of interpreting.  That was shocking. There was no judgement. No, ‘I can’t talk to you…you are nationally certified yet’ happening.  It was the opposite.  “Great to have you here”, “Keep doing the work, you’ll get there”, and “It’s all good, we were all the new kids on the block at one time”.

I am kicking myself for not taking the plunge earlier, but am thankful that I didn’t wait any longer.