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osprey_archerMy classes are over! Except for one final next Tuesday which doesn't count because it's, like, next Tuesday. And then I have all of December off! Yay!
Unfortunately, this puts me one term closer to having to decide what to do with my life, or at any rate next year, or at very least next summer.
I'm thinking "hermit" has some definite potential, here.
No, more seriously. I'm actually working on a list.
1. Freelance tutor. I enjoy tutoring people and I am, excuse my arrogance, damn good at it. But this is really more a way to earn pocket money than a living.
2. Teaching English in foreign lands. Plus: Foreign lands! Double plus: my Russian teacher has connections at a place where I could work! Minus: I've never actually taught a class. Possibly I would be unable to control them, let along teach them. Double minus: The students who were supposed to be teaching in Russia this year were supposed to start in August. Their visas still haven't come through.
3. On a more long-term scale, I considered being a high school history teacher. (Assuming teaching English worked out.) My dad said, "You think you'll be teaching at a high school like the one you went to. What if you end up teaching in Podunkville, where in a good year only 5% of the students go to college?"
And a gray vista of pain opened before me. "What do you suggest?" I asked.
4. "Professor," he replied.
"If you don't think I'll get hired by a decent high school," I said, "Why on earth do you think anyone would hire me as a professor?"
Besides, professors are expected to produce research. I don't think I have it in me to do original research and write novels, and I would rather do the latter.
5. Writer. Except I have to eat.
My dad points out that "How am I going to feed myself while writing?" is a less alarming (and probably more truthful) question than "WHAT DO I WANT TO DO WITH MY LIFE?" I know what I want to do. I just don't know how I'm going to fund it.
6. I suggested I could be the next Emily Dickinson and live at home forever, scribbling in the garret. (Note to self: must convince parents to buy house with garret.) My parents do not seem enthused.
7. Which leads us back to hermit. It might keep my expenses low enough that I could support myself with freelance tutoring...
Unfortunately, this puts me one term closer to having to decide what to do with my life, or at any rate next year, or at very least next summer.
I'm thinking "hermit" has some definite potential, here.
No, more seriously. I'm actually working on a list.
1. Freelance tutor. I enjoy tutoring people and I am, excuse my arrogance, damn good at it. But this is really more a way to earn pocket money than a living.
2. Teaching English in foreign lands. Plus: Foreign lands! Double plus: my Russian teacher has connections at a place where I could work! Minus: I've never actually taught a class. Possibly I would be unable to control them, let along teach them. Double minus: The students who were supposed to be teaching in Russia this year were supposed to start in August. Their visas still haven't come through.
3. On a more long-term scale, I considered being a high school history teacher. (Assuming teaching English worked out.) My dad said, "You think you'll be teaching at a high school like the one you went to. What if you end up teaching in Podunkville, where in a good year only 5% of the students go to college?"
And a gray vista of pain opened before me. "What do you suggest?" I asked.
4. "Professor," he replied.
"If you don't think I'll get hired by a decent high school," I said, "Why on earth do you think anyone would hire me as a professor?"
Besides, professors are expected to produce research. I don't think I have it in me to do original research and write novels, and I would rather do the latter.
5. Writer. Except I have to eat.
My dad points out that "How am I going to feed myself while writing?" is a less alarming (and probably more truthful) question than "WHAT DO I WANT TO DO WITH MY LIFE?" I know what I want to do. I just don't know how I'm going to fund it.
6. I suggested I could be the next Emily Dickinson and live at home forever, scribbling in the garret. (Note to self: must convince parents to buy house with garret.) My parents do not seem enthused.
7. Which leads us back to hermit. It might keep my expenses low enough that I could support myself with freelance tutoring...
