Teaching English

After teaching my class yesterday, my instructor/observer told me he couldn’t find any mistakes in my teaching process.  So I’m insanely proud of myself right now, and so, so happy..  I think I want to teach English in Japan. Of course, I’m basing this solely off the fact that my Japanese students I taught last week are so crazyawesome.

I love teaching.  I always thought maybe I’d be bad at it, but now that I know I’ll do fine, the world is my freakin’ oyster.

Every other night here is a going away party as we all slowly drift homewards or on to new travels.  I leave Sunday.  Can’t wait to be back, can’t stand to leave.

Part of a sample lesson plan : (the fun, drawing part)

 Koh Phi Phi!  Paradise

I love watching the sunset in Patong… everywhere else it seems so violent, but here it’s golden and soft.  All the little mermaid babies (i.e. children) frolic in the waves and it may be the most picturesque thing I’ve seen.

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paradise

I only have one week left in Thailand.  Everything has been perfect.  The people I’ve met, the places I’ve been, my students, my fellow teachers.  I have danced on the beaches of a tropical island, on the dirty Bangla road, in backstreet bars with Thais who have no customers since it’s the tourist off season.  I’ve gotten into dance-offs in the rain, and taught fire-dancers and waiters how to swing-dance.  I hit clubs with my crazy Japanese students, and sang/screamed so hard that my voice didn’t come back for days.   I have gotten into the strangest of conversations on subjects ranging from dreams to other universes to quantum physics.  I have walked the beach late nights with the best people. I have laughed harder than I would have thought possible.  Oh and I’m almost certified to teach English.

There is so much shit in my past that I’ve been trying to escape.
Think I finally half-managed it 🙂

Limbo

went to Phi Phi this weekend.  The island culture is so laid back and chill.  The Thai natives are awesome, (I taught a fire-dancer how to swing-dance!) The beaches are cinematic… all white sand and turquoise water. I wish I had pictures to show you, but I’m going back next weekend and won’t be so stupid as to leave my camera at home this time. I heard this song there, and kept screaming at my Spanish friend to tell me the lyrics,  somehow I still managed to find it despite only writing down “caliente” and “calor”.

I haven’t done my lesson plan for today, but I’m not teaching till the afternoon so I’ll just work on it during other people’s teaching sessions and during my prep session and lunch break. :/ cutting it close…

away

Minor things keep annoying me… Maybe all this impending stress is getting to me.  Soon I will be moving out, which is even more stressful because I don’t know where I am going to put all my stuff when I am homeless (i.e. crashing on my brother’s sofa).

I will be traveling to Korea and Thailand, going out of the country for the first time alone, going on a plane alone for the first time, AND I can’t even relax in Thailand because I’ll have classes every weekday, all day.

This is what I need though.  I need to go somewhere, by myself, be thrust into something new.  I need to be anonymous.

I have an easy life, I just need to chill out and read books and deactivate my facebook account (in the midst of working crazy amounts to obtain travelgreen) Then I will be less :LSKJG:LKJGwOEGJ. you know.

p.s. travelgreen means money.

Idiot.

I am changing my major for the sixth and last time.  At this point I just want a degree and I want to GET OUT. If I continued with English Education I would graduate in May of 2015. I can’t do that. My scholarship only covers four years, not five, and to be honest, if I have to pay for college, it isn’t worth it.

(This is not my picture)

All I need is a degree to get a decent teaching job overseas. A degree in anything. So! Bachelor of University Studies it is, I am now officially a non-major. I can take whatever classes I want (mostly upper level though) and I will graduate May of 2014, like I had originally planned. WOOH GETTING OUT GETTING OUT GETTING OUT!

I’m getting TEFL (teaching English as a Foreign Language) certified this summer in Thailand.  That, together with a degree, should be enough to get me a job most places.  Except America, but hey, who wants to teach here anyways, all the kids are disrespectful.  (is that a stereotype, also, why do I like parenthesis so much?)

anyways: poetry. (mine)

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jet trails slice
what every crystal ball
has been too overcast to show me
across ursa major
I would rip apart my cupboards
smash everything breakable
sacrifice my household appliances
on an altar of
materialism
if I thought my possessions were
holding me back
like a tree I have always been
my own cage
do not ask me to stay
do not wish on the night sky
that your arms will be strong enough
to keep me
flightless

Oh amy, why ya gotta be so melodramatic?

Cages are just dramatic that’s all. Even when they’re imaginary.  Takes violence to get out.  Fun fact: I’ve still never punched anyone.