OMG Y'ALL. First off, it's been 3 (or 4) months since I've written here, and also it's been about the same amount of time that I've been working as an ESL teacher, and it's been about the same amount of time that, wait for it, I've moved BACK. BACK HOME. TO MY PARENTS' HOUSE. WTF?!?!??!?!?!?!
Let me enlighten you. My dear sweet Fatty decided to injure herself, to wit, I came home one day and Fatty boo boo was not looking quite right. I asked my parents when she started looking and acting like this, and they looked at me blankly. Well, they hadn't even noticed she was off, at all. I took her to the vet, wa wa wee wa her tail was injured, and fast forward now and she's all good. At that time, though, I decided that living with the cat and making sure she was doing fine trumped living outside of the house where I couldn't have the cat live with me. Sigh.
Having a pet you love is much like having a child, and anyone who tries to say that's not true is either a moron or an assbag. Fatty says hi, btw, and she's doing fine. Her poor tail was not functioning for a while there, but now it's back in action.
SOOO now I'm here, at the parents', working as an ESL teacher, and I have so much to tell you in that regard, so let's get started!
Teaching ESL is so much like babysitting that it concerns me a little bit. I'm one of those people who has known I haven't wanted children since I was 4 years old, so trust me when I say that babysitting is one of my least favorite activities in the entire universe of possible activities that I could do. And for those parents out there balking at this statement, I don't agree that it's different with your own children - no matter what, kids are kids, and they're ANNOYING.
Well, I was super excited when I first stepped into the classroom - after all, teaching ESL seemed SO FUN!!! I walked in that first day (nay, week and month), enthused, ready to go, and excited to teach! Well, let's just say that by New Year's Eve, 2 months later, my opinion and attitude had changed quite a bit.
Teaching the 18-25 crowd, and even the 25+ crowd, is not unlike daycare. You shush everyone all the time, you play bingo and hangman, and you constantly tell them to look up here! Eyes up here! Everyone here now! Clap clap clap - LOOK UP HERE!!!!! PAY ATTENTION!!!!!
I always hated babysitting, and let's face it, teaching...yeah. It's not great. So we'll see what happens, but chances are, it won't be happening that much longer.
So living at home again...it's special. So special that it'll be getting its own series of posts. Until then, ta ta!
