Looking back, I would have been the first to tell you that coming back to the United States would make my blog null and void until further traveling pursuits were explored.
Despite the fact that I’m not traveling through the holy land anymore, I have come to find that keeping a blog allows me to assemble my thoughts in something that somewhat resembles a less-cluttered-than-my-mind space.
As I slowly begin to slog my way through job applications for the future (holy crap, I graduate in under four months) and continuously gripe regarding the excruciating drive between Plano and Arlington twice a week, I will attempt to keep any remaining readers entertained.
So in the interim, sit back…relax…and wait for me to take another trip. Because the stagnancy of my life right now is already driving me nuts.
When it comes to writing about anything but myself, the words flow on the page like warmed butter on toast. However, when it comes to talking about myself, tears appear in my eyes and I get so inhumanly frustrated that I just feel the urge to throw my computer.
I’ve started filling out applications.
Already been rejected once. Goodness me, it’s not even February yet.
I’ve reached the conclusion that when I graduate, I do not want to go into Advertising. This is slightly disconcerting as I am, indeed, graduating with a degree in…you guessed it…advertising.
However, I’ve come to discover after all my time abroad (and honestly, a lot before that too) that I thoroughly enjoy teaching. Be it history or English, I would do anything to be a high school teacher.
Some might quickly spot the problem brewing in this discovery. I’ve not taken a single teaching or education class in my scholastic career.
Fair point. Allow me to rebut? I have worked with young adults and teens for numerous years via coaching, mentoring, camp-counselor…ing, nannying/babysitting, and various other odd-and-end jobs.
Within the course of the last six hours, I’ve begun to entertain the thought of Teach for America. I might be a late bloomer, late to the teaching game, per se…but I still think that I have a fair shot at being one of the 9% of applicants that are accepted to the Teach for America program. — It’s a long shot, but I think I can make it happen. The application is due on February 10.
Bring. It. On.
Aside from that, I’ve been looking into working with the teen/youth programs on cruise ships so that I can work with kids, get experience with kids in group settings, and travel!!!
(Carnival already rejected my job application to work with the 12-14 year old group. Mind you, I think I applied for a managerial position unknowingly. This, among MANY other reasons, is why we can’t have nice things…)
I’ve started back up at school. Just finished my second week. I love two of my classes, enjoy the third, am growing to despise the last one. But maybe that’s just because of the professor. Intro to Psych was supposed to be an interesting and fun elective course. Instead, I am eagerly anticipating the WAY-LATE arrival of my Hebrew University/Rothberg transcript so that I have the official go-ahead to drop the course. (Which, of course, is a whooole other can of worms that I do not want to start growling about right now…)
Theater Improv is just fu-un. And I can’t help but feel like I’m good at it. I mean, hell. Maybe I suck. But I’m having such a great time that I feel like I’m better than your average…improver? Yeah. Moving on.
Graphic Narratives is a great class if I can find a way to keep myself distracted while the professor is lecturing. He tends to repeat himself a lot and get really excited about certain things. Every class is a round table discussion of a sort. I contribute a lot but my mind has a tendency to drift when other people are voicing their opinion. I can’t solely listen to the discussion. Have to find another way to occupy my brain. Two things at once. That’s the ticket! Solitaire is my friend!
History of British Literature (I) is shaping up to be slightly more interesting than I originally thought. Initial glimpses at the syllabus had me doing a lot of this –> o.o and a whole lot of this:
But as I sat down to read Beowulf for the first time (apparently, I was one of the few, the lucky, that never had to read it in high school) I slowly came to find that so long as I add goofy commentary and annotations, the epic poem was tolerable. In the not-so-distant future, I will be deciphering Chaucer, Shakespeare, and Austen. Wish me the ever-best of luck.
If you’ve hung on this long, feel free to stick around. There are cupcakes and coffee at the back. Enjoy your mingling and I’ll catch you next time on…well, this blog. o.O