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Joseph and I are thinking about moving to California. I start my teaching job in Brooklyn on June 29th. I've been corresponding with my boss; making lesson plans every day. I've lost weight since I've moved back to NYC, probably because I walk every day; everywhere. I'm really lucky to have such a loving boyfriend and loving family. Saba is actively planning the BIG DAY. I wonder where it is going to take place. I'm also really lucky to have a job. I've worked so hard since I arrived here. Each day I applied to so many jobs. There were times of self-doubt but I kept thinking if I really want something I'll get it.
My mother always told me to be patient; and that if I imagined myself somewhere I can be there, doing what I want to do. It's only when you can see yourself doing something that you actually are able to work towards it.
As stated above,Joseph and I are contemplating California. Wondering if i will become attached to the culture of this school in Brooklyn. If I will grow close with my co-workers (they already seem so welcoming, and they really like me). I cannot see myself desiring abandonment of a school. So California, like most sparkling dreams, may take time to come into fruition.
I'm quite dedicated to working my hardest. I will only have 3 students. Individual attention is what students really need to be able to grasp concepts and utilize the knowledge they gain in the real world.
I'll be teaching both elementary math as well as language arts.
Yesterday I walked through the East Village. I can't explain how much I am addicted to walking in the city. It provides me with lots of time to think. And when I begin teaching I'll be walking even more, since the 18th avenue stop on the D train is a 20 minute walk from the school. I'll probably just get off at 20th avenue and walk from there; thus providing me with an hour of mandatory walking per weekday (and some Saturdays as I am told).
There's a little girl whose father is the Super to our building. She is three and her parents are Albanian immigrants. It amazes me how smart she is. She is so full of vocabulary and smiles. Every time I see her I fold my hands into the shape of an eagle and flap its wings. She does the same. It's the symbol on the Albanian flag, the two-headed eagle. She has been making a few attempts at teaching me how to speak in Albanian; or perhaps she thinks we are both natives.
In return, I have been teaching her about colors. She'll point to a bag in the store front downstairs and ask "What color iz thiz?" And I'll respond with the same response every time: "Black."
A few nights ago, my new friend April (who happens to be of my peerage AND Joseph's first cousin who also simultaneously happened to move here the same week as myself) decided to break out of our typical hang-out box (The Dressing Room-a bar downstairs) and ended up at a French lounge/restaurant sur le coin des rues <> et <
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Ici, nous avons bu un verre de vin. Suivi d'un autre verre. Il y avait seulement deux autres personnes là, le barman et la serveuse. Plus tard, nous étions tous discutant la C.I.A et l'histoire. La serveuse a été stupéfiée à quel point j'ai parlé français. Elle a dit que les personnes que le Français instruit en Amérique n'a pas parlés comme j'ai parlé.
My mother always told me to be patient; and that if I imagined myself somewhere I can be there, doing what I want to do. It's only when you can see yourself doing something that you actually are able to work towards it.
As stated above,Joseph and I are contemplating California. Wondering if i will become attached to the culture of this school in Brooklyn. If I will grow close with my co-workers (they already seem so welcoming, and they really like me). I cannot see myself desiring abandonment of a school. So California, like most sparkling dreams, may take time to come into fruition.
I'm quite dedicated to working my hardest. I will only have 3 students. Individual attention is what students really need to be able to grasp concepts and utilize the knowledge they gain in the real world.
I'll be teaching both elementary math as well as language arts.
Yesterday I walked through the East Village. I can't explain how much I am addicted to walking in the city. It provides me with lots of time to think. And when I begin teaching I'll be walking even more, since the 18th avenue stop on the D train is a 20 minute walk from the school. I'll probably just get off at 20th avenue and walk from there; thus providing me with an hour of mandatory walking per weekday (and some Saturdays as I am told).
There's a little girl whose father is the Super to our building. She is three and her parents are Albanian immigrants. It amazes me how smart she is. She is so full of vocabulary and smiles. Every time I see her I fold my hands into the shape of an eagle and flap its wings. She does the same. It's the symbol on the Albanian flag, the two-headed eagle. She has been making a few attempts at teaching me how to speak in Albanian; or perhaps she thinks we are both natives.
In return, I have been teaching her about colors. She'll point to a bag in the store front downstairs and ask "What color iz thiz?" And I'll respond with the same response every time: "Black."
A few nights ago, my new friend April (who happens to be of my peerage AND Joseph's first cousin who also simultaneously happened to move here the same week as myself) decided to break out of our typical hang-out box (The Dressing Room-a bar downstairs) and ended up at a French lounge/restaurant sur le coin des rues <> et <
>.
Ici, nous avons bu un verre de vin. Suivi d'un autre verre. Il y avait seulement deux autres personnes là, le barman et la serveuse. Plus tard, nous étions tous discutant la C.I.A et l'histoire. La serveuse a été stupéfiée à quel point j'ai parlé français. Elle a dit que les personnes que le Français instruit en Amérique n'a pas parlés comme j'ai parlé.