Waiting to see.
Well let's think really hard for a second. Let us assume that teaching is ones passion in life. Then, let us also assume that one becomes completely obsessed with this passion. I see these people all around me, but I really don' think I am one of them.
I see women who talk all about their God, Husband and children. I see them shop, eat and complain. I see them speak hugs and kisses about how they want to change the world one poverty stricken child at a time. Then I see them go to workshops and learn how to organize thoughts so they can be conformed into middle American thoughts.
I have different ideas, and I do not want students to conform to the idea that they will and must go to college or they will never do anything with their lives. I went to college, and I am not satisfied with my current position. I should have gone to an art colony or a nudest colony.
I am not totally regretting teaching English. I am however regretting not going to art school somewhere. I read to much into having a stable career. I have never been stable, and don't think I can learn how to change anytime soon. I do not come from a stable people. I want to write and create art. I always have.
The vocabulary test I have to write tonight are not artfully done at all. They will be slapped together and there will be plenty of mistakes. Just how I like it. Last minute slapped together on the computer the night before. There is no way I could do things in advance.
I have been paying around with the idea to pick up a French degree and getting certified to teach French. But what I really want to do is wander the French countryside, making love to men I can't understand and coming back with the Euro musk. Then teaching French in all it's glory. I wan to live the French life. Paint the French scenery. Learn to cook the French food and love the French way.
I guess I should apply for my passport now. Then, if I have enough money, go later.
I want to make something from nothing. I want to study found art and create it like no person has ever done. I look at things all the time and think, instantly how I could make it something else. But never get around to doing it. Art and poems don't pay bills.
Maybe things will fall into place, or not. We will have to wait and see.
I see women who talk all about their God, Husband and children. I see them shop, eat and complain. I see them speak hugs and kisses about how they want to change the world one poverty stricken child at a time. Then I see them go to workshops and learn how to organize thoughts so they can be conformed into middle American thoughts.
I have different ideas, and I do not want students to conform to the idea that they will and must go to college or they will never do anything with their lives. I went to college, and I am not satisfied with my current position. I should have gone to an art colony or a nudest colony.
I am not totally regretting teaching English. I am however regretting not going to art school somewhere. I read to much into having a stable career. I have never been stable, and don't think I can learn how to change anytime soon. I do not come from a stable people. I want to write and create art. I always have.
The vocabulary test I have to write tonight are not artfully done at all. They will be slapped together and there will be plenty of mistakes. Just how I like it. Last minute slapped together on the computer the night before. There is no way I could do things in advance.
I have been paying around with the idea to pick up a French degree and getting certified to teach French. But what I really want to do is wander the French countryside, making love to men I can't understand and coming back with the Euro musk. Then teaching French in all it's glory. I wan to live the French life. Paint the French scenery. Learn to cook the French food and love the French way.
I guess I should apply for my passport now. Then, if I have enough money, go later.
I want to make something from nothing. I want to study found art and create it like no person has ever done. I look at things all the time and think, instantly how I could make it something else. But never get around to doing it. Art and poems don't pay bills.
Maybe things will fall into place, or not. We will have to wait and see.