Starting to feel a little bit like I’m making the right choices, just at the wrong time. I feel drained everyday due to the Italians I’m teaching, and the sad part is that I’m only teaching them for 4 hours a day. How on Earth will I cope with a classroom full of rowdy Korean kids come New Year?
I’m seeing it as a learning curve, a challenge for me to overcome. There’s really no other way to approach it, in my opinion.
Still, every cloud: I’m getting paid £10.30 an hour which is bloody good, if only I could teach for longer...
Got my results back, 2.1 with Honours. I’m obviously really really happy. However, though I am happy to have achieved what I set out to do at the start of the year, the anti-climax of getting the result (it is, of course, just a grade) is compounded by guilt. This is probably normal, I made some big sacrifices in my personal life to be more focussed and selfish and to devote my time to me and nobody else. Even now, at the other end of the journey, I feel bad for having been so obtuse about getting the grade, it’s the kind of thing I sneer at in other people, and I wish I might have got it effortlessly and been able to pay as much attention to my personal life as I think it merits. Still, understandably, I have a big grin on my face because I know nobody is going to question my degree class, and that does make it partially worth it.
Had a brainwave yesterday, via the ever-expanding brain of Miss Mackenzie: after my travels, wherever they are and however long for, it would excite me greatly to get involved in a Journalism Course. The Institute of Journalism offer fast-track courses for graduates and often, if you aren’t totally hopeless, you can find yourself working in the industry after a year.
I will ruffle feathers by saying this: but I have heard from people who work in or with the industry and they all have the opinion that a Journalism degree is inadequate preparation. A wider course in English, History, Psychology, Classics etc combined with a Journalist’s Qualification, is considered to be much more wholesome as it means that the candidate has had other interests and disciplines other than just shorthand writing speed.
Still, all in good time.
Seriously tired and in need of a laugh, am beginning to feel a bit like Mort Raney in that Stephen King novel and am wondering at what point I'll wake up to a massacred family and me stood there in a Farmer's hat. I just want a big break, though I dont know when that will be.