It has been difficult to gather my thoughts lately...California apparently makes me really thirsty. Luckily, I wrote these down in my little french book a month ago, so the gathering will be unnecessary.
(This is all pretty uninteresting...)
I had my last day at my main school this past Thursday (April 9th). I have one more day at the other two schools on the 26th. I should have had one more day on the 28th but, as we know, I'm and idiot. I accidentally booked my ticket to London on the 28th, forgetting I still had work. My ticket is non-refundable of course. I'm surprisingly really sad about this, I loved teaching at that school. (side-note: was actually super stoked that I got to Camden so early and had more time there)
I really hope that when I choose my life job I remember how happy I was every day after teaching those kids. Yes, I hated waking up at 7, but I couldn't help feeling elated by the end of the day. I'm actually doing something useful and kind of exciting. It's awesome seeing information click for kids. And it's like Yes! I helped that happen. Which is why I liked teaching the older kids better, because that happened more often. (I miss my kids!)
I think finding a job that makes me feel like I have worth is important to my happiness. (Again with my English, I seriously don't know anymore). I don't think I could ever be truly happy if I was taking people's houses away or working for some dickhead corporation. I digress. (in my notebook I digressed much more...the only solution is the revolution :)
The other job that I really enjoyed was working at Java Jones Coffee house. Interacting with people...making delicious drinks...blahblahblah
I actually really loved my summer camp job as well. I think soley because it was with Lindsay and the co-workers/boss were ridiculously (and inappropriately) fun. Pitchers definitely contributed to my contentment as well. And the daily tanning by the pool. Sweet life.
I guess I just like jobs that are engaging.
Moral of this boring story: I'm going to miss my little frenchies. Au revoir...ou plutôt, adieu.
(This is all pretty uninteresting...)
I had my last day at my main school this past Thursday (April 9th). I have one more day at the other two schools on the 26th. I should have had one more day on the 28th but, as we know, I'm and idiot. I accidentally booked my ticket to London on the 28th, forgetting I still had work. My ticket is non-refundable of course. I'm surprisingly really sad about this, I loved teaching at that school. (side-note: was actually super stoked that I got to Camden so early and had more time there)
I really hope that when I choose my life job I remember how happy I was every day after teaching those kids. Yes, I hated waking up at 7, but I couldn't help feeling elated by the end of the day. I'm actually doing something useful and kind of exciting. It's awesome seeing information click for kids. And it's like Yes! I helped that happen. Which is why I liked teaching the older kids better, because that happened more often. (I miss my kids!)
I think finding a job that makes me feel like I have worth is important to my happiness. (Again with my English, I seriously don't know anymore). I don't think I could ever be truly happy if I was taking people's houses away or working for some dickhead corporation. I digress. (in my notebook I digressed much more...the only solution is the revolution :)
The other job that I really enjoyed was working at Java Jones Coffee house. Interacting with people...making delicious drinks...blahblahblah
I actually really loved my summer camp job as well. I think soley because it was with Lindsay and the co-workers/boss were ridiculously (and inappropriately) fun. Pitchers definitely contributed to my contentment as well. And the daily tanning by the pool. Sweet life.
I guess I just like jobs that are engaging.
Moral of this boring story: I'm going to miss my little frenchies. Au revoir...ou plutôt, adieu.
