Well, hey there. I have now been living abroad for 8 months. What a crazy thing life is. I’m counting the little bit at the end of Feb. as well because it all counts in this regard.
I’d like to say that I’ve seen some crazy, amazing stuff in that time but really it’s not about what I’ve seen but what I’ve experienced. The teaching is out of this world. By that I mean, the students are simultaneously very respectful but also very misbehaved. There is really no actual order. Just a lot of yelling in order to get the message across and make sure students that are misbehaving are hit “appropriately” (quotation marks being kind of loose here because I don’t really like the hitting in any form).
In between all that, I’ve found some real connections with the students. Well, at least some of them. I can’t get to all of them. There are some that will just continue to rebel against the new teacher and I cannot do anything about that. What, I can try though is to be authentic with them in a way that still doesn’t tell them EVERYTHING about myself.
So, I try to be fun. The key word is “try” here. Because its hard enough being in a new country, while also working with a new set of coworkers that may or may not acknowledge you depending on how they’re are feeling that day.
So, depressing notes aside its actually been great.
I feel blessed to be here. I feel like I want to see more of the world. I want to keep teaching the kids I am now but eventually, I will leave them and since they are young maybe a year from now they won’t even remember me.
From the moment I first stepped foot in this country, I knew my life was about to change. I knew before that, as I was going to be teaching abroad. Giving up a normal life to settle down and doing this in my later twenties instead. I wanted to be different, I always preached to others about finding your uniqueness. Maybe not preaching in the way of a large crowd or anything like that, but still wanting something more. I blogged about this idea, I internally journaled it. But, what did I even mean? I questioned what I wanted to be or do for so long that I lost all direction. I’m still trying to find one, but decided that if I don’t find one, it will probably be ok.
So, eight months in the country and over a year since I first seriously considered the prospect-has my life changed?
Yes. It has been impacted and I feel exposed to a world I never would have taken the time to think about. To reach out and make a part of myself. To embrace a completely new country including its culture, language and people is an experience I will probably never have again. Especially, since the memories made here are stronger than those I will make anywhere else.