I’ve been looking for a job for a while, sending applications to what felt like a million different companies and institutions, apply for various vacancies. And what made it worse is that I did not know exactly what kind of job I wanted.
There was one week where I was convinced I wanted to go into online marketing, content management and copy writing, based mainly on the fact that I had some experience in that particular field. And so I applied for every junior level vacancy I could find in that field. Nothing really came out of it other than a few emails saying, “Sorry, the position has been filled but we’ll keep your CV on file for a while.”
And so my mom – once again – tried to convince me to go into education. I on the other hand just could not see myself teaching English to high school kids. I think back to high school and remember how much I hated it and how bored I was in my English classes and how mean the kids were in general, it all makes me cringe. Why would I want to go back into a system I escaped five years ago?
Nonetheless, I send my CV out to the schools in the area. Eventually I got an interview, they asked me to prepare a lesson for a grade 11 class and so I did a lesson on a Dylan Thomas poem. At the end of that interview I knew that I was capable of teaching but I didn’t feel as though it was something I actually wanted to do for the rest of my life. I stopped sending my CV to schools and decided instead that I should shift my focus onto post-graduate applications.
I find it funny that once those applications were completed and sent of to the University the universe seemed to have a plan for me. A job opportunity came up – teaching grade 8-10 English and Drama at a small independent school. Of cause my mother pressure me to go to the interview, and after a long and weary battle of inner conflict I decided that I would at least go to the interview and check out the place.
I am glad that I did, because I found myself wanting that job. After my interview I was put in a classroom and I taught my first lesson. It was enlightening.
I got that job. I started on Tuesday. I’ve had to adjust my sleep schedule and am trying to settle into a routine, which is why this post is a day late.
But I am still here. I surprisingly am finding the time to write for at least a thirty minutes to an hour each day. I’ve also been writing more than a hundred words day, so I have decided that my new goal will be at least 250 words a day.
By Sunday I would like to be close to finish with one of my short-stories.
I also have to read Lord of the Flies so I can actually teach my grade 10 class.
And 1 hour of reading for pleasure, I haven’t gotten very far with Scarlet yet.
It is time for me to crawl into bed…
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