I wrote about three months ago that it was time for me to be honest. Well, I think it is time for a part two.
I teach 7th graders in the mornings five days a week. I teach the same exact lesson sixteen times to 16 classes of fifty students. That’s 800 kids, if you were counting. Eight hundred faces looking at me, trying so hard to understand my American English, and thinking of any word they can that could possibly answer my question.That’s sixteen classes that I greet, ask to be quiet, play games with, and have to pretend to be surprised when they tell me the same things the last 14 classes did.
Acting instead of teaching.
I feel like I am lying.
So, as if it were ever up in the air, I officially decided to come back to America. I will not be teaching next year. (Most people in the international teaching game do it for a few years, but not this girl.)
With that decision comes the big question of what the h-e-double-hockey-sticks is next then?
I don’t know.
I do know that if one other person tells me that its good that I now know teaching is not for me, I may hit them. Sure, I can check it off my future careers list, but it never was there in the first place.
Heck, I don’t have a future careers list.
I have a map, and I want to go to all the places.
I want to write.
I want to live somewhere that requires me not to have a car.
I want to go back to Russia.
I want to translate.
I want to know if this is all crazy.
I don’t want to be afraid of the big and beautiful future that I have been given.
I am open for suggestions.
Thanks for reading,