Journal bethanie's Journal: Good for me. 24
So guess what.
I got a job.
Yeah. That's right. I'm not a desperately attention-starved nympho housewife anymore.
I'm a desperately attention-starved nympho teacher of English as a Second Language instead!
For a variety of reasons, I decided that it was time to get back into the job market, to refresh my skills, to do something that would actually be recognized by society as *productive* for a change.
And please don't feed me that line of bullshit about how valuable mothers are and how it's the most important job anyone can ever do -- I've been doing it for five years now, and you know what? It''s a fuckin' SHITTY job.
No, literally.
Shit.
All over the place.
Shit in the diapers. Shit from the dog. Cleaning shit off the toilets. Picking shit up off the floor. Cooking shit for dinner. And as soon as you finish with one pile of shit, there are two more that have taken its place.
You never actually accomplish anything, you never actually do *enough* for anyone, you're always a failure in *some* regard.
And in the meantime, you're a kept woman. No income to call your own (unless you were independently wealthy going into the deal), no pride in bringing home a paycheck. Minimal feedback except for complaints. It just basically, all-around sucks.
So I went out and got a job. I'm teaching ESL 16 hours a week (4 hours a day, 4 days a week). I've got about 16-22 adult students (depending on the day). So far I'm a week into it. And I love it. It's fun.
I get to stand up in front of a group of people who listen to me, who think I'm smart, who laugh at my jokes (when I manage to translate them correctly). I get to write on a white board. I get to practice my Spanish. I get to push myself around the classroom in a wheelie chair.
And I'm helping people. Not only am I transferring knowledge and skills, I am also instilling confidence in and nurturing my students. I love pointing out the parts of the language that gringos have problems with and explaining to them how they will have an advantage because they know what the words *mean* rather than just how they sound, and will see immediately how the wrong form of "their/there/they're" just doesn't make sense.
I'm showing them that I value their time and commitment to improving their lives, and doing my darndest to contribute to their efforts to the best of my own abilities.
I'm a teacher. I'm making lesson plans. I'm reviewing curricula. I'm considering various techniques and how to incorporate technology into our learning. I'm exploring alternatives to sitting around a table and talking as a means of learning. I'm focusing on goals and methods and tools.
It feels fucking AWESOME. It fits perfectly into my life. Naturally, I still have the shit work waiting for me when I get home again... But when it's balanced out with work that actually involves using my *mind* for something, it all of a sudden just doesn't seem all that damn bad.
I am really proud of me.
I got a job.
Yeah. That's right. I'm not a desperately attention-starved nympho housewife anymore.
I'm a desperately attention-starved nympho teacher of English as a Second Language instead!
For a variety of reasons, I decided that it was time to get back into the job market, to refresh my skills, to do something that would actually be recognized by society as *productive* for a change.
And please don't feed me that line of bullshit about how valuable mothers are and how it's the most important job anyone can ever do -- I've been doing it for five years now, and you know what? It''s a fuckin' SHITTY job.
No, literally.
Shit.
All over the place.
Shit in the diapers. Shit from the dog. Cleaning shit off the toilets. Picking shit up off the floor. Cooking shit for dinner. And as soon as you finish with one pile of shit, there are two more that have taken its place.
You never actually accomplish anything, you never actually do *enough* for anyone, you're always a failure in *some* regard.
And in the meantime, you're a kept woman. No income to call your own (unless you were independently wealthy going into the deal), no pride in bringing home a paycheck. Minimal feedback except for complaints. It just basically, all-around sucks.
So I went out and got a job. I'm teaching ESL 16 hours a week (4 hours a day, 4 days a week). I've got about 16-22 adult students (depending on the day). So far I'm a week into it. And I love it. It's fun.
I get to stand up in front of a group of people who listen to me, who think I'm smart, who laugh at my jokes (when I manage to translate them correctly). I get to write on a white board. I get to practice my Spanish. I get to push myself around the classroom in a wheelie chair.
And I'm helping people. Not only am I transferring knowledge and skills, I am also instilling confidence in and nurturing my students. I love pointing out the parts of the language that gringos have problems with and explaining to them how they will have an advantage because they know what the words *mean* rather than just how they sound, and will see immediately how the wrong form of "their/there/they're" just doesn't make sense.
I'm showing them that I value their time and commitment to improving their lives, and doing my darndest to contribute to their efforts to the best of my own abilities.
I'm a teacher. I'm making lesson plans. I'm reviewing curricula. I'm considering various techniques and how to incorporate technology into our learning. I'm exploring alternatives to sitting around a table and talking as a means of learning. I'm focusing on goals and methods and tools.
It feels fucking AWESOME. It fits perfectly into my life. Naturally, I still have the shit work waiting for me when I get home again... But when it's balanced out with work that actually involves using my *mind* for something, it all of a sudden just doesn't seem all that damn bad.
I am really proud of me.
Congratulations! (Score:2)
Seriously, congrats, way to go, all that good stuff.
grats (Score:2)
Congrats (Score:1)
Good luck with it.
Being a parent *is* a damn important job though.
Is Squirt old enough for Preschool? (Score:1)
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But no, Squirt is doing just fine. She's two years old and she hangs out with the kids of the women who are taking my class (and some moms who are there studying with another guy to get their GED). So not only is she getting social playtme away from home (which she *loves*), but she's also picking up a second language!
To be honest, even if she did start biting, I wouldn't change what I'm doing. There comees a time with people simply need to draw the li
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Well, now that I'm finished with the 60 hour workweeks for a while, he's getting some intense daddy time....and it seems to be working.
But no, Squirt is doing just fine. She's two years old and she hangs out with the kids of the women who are taking my class (and some moms who are there studying with another guy to get their GED). So not only is she getting social playtme away from home (which she *loves*), but she's also picking up a second language!
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I would second that statement - my nephew (now 7) changed completely once my brother left his 100+ hour/week restaurant management work for a more sane schedule as a financial advisor.
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Not to start a fight (Score:2)
I don't want to start a fight, but stay-at-home mom is about the pride of raising one own's children. That's the pay. Knowing you are educating them and prepping them for life.
Yeah, its the worst job in the world. You work 24-7, 90% physical, very little recogn
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Honestly, though -- I'm still raising my own kids.
When I'm working, Squirt is in the same building -- mostly in a room across the hall, actually. She's in there for a couple of hours and then we have 30 minutes together for lunch. Then she's back with the other kids for another ninety minutes, and that's it.
Just how long a period of time and how far a separation officially qualifies me as no longer raising my own kids?
Congrats. (Score:2)
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If you had one of Those Parents, then I am utterly shocked that you turned out as fabulous as you did. Good for you!
(Some Guy was a debate coach. Kids with hyper-involved mothers were among the reasons that he quit. That and the fact that he wasn't paid enough to counsel
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s/fabulous/neurotic
Sounds great ... just one question ... (Score:2)
"Shit in the diapers. Shit from the dog. Cleaning shit off the toilets. Picking shit up off the floor. Cooking shit for dinner. And as soon as you finish with one pile of shit, there are two more that have taken its place."
I trust everyone else is aware they have to do their share with "getting their shit together" now that you're working?
Good for you! (Score:1)
Oh God (Score:2)
I'm a desperately attention-starved nympho teacher of English as a Second Language instead!
Horny college student to horny housewife to horny teacher. You trying to get all the usual pr0n themes covered, or what? ;-)
Up next: Bethanie becomes a nun with a spanking fetish and with a flock of sheep!
(Congrats!)
Cheers,
Ethelred
Congratulations, B! (Score:2)
(She's now gearing up for the final year of her 3-year Degree course, training to become a primary school teacher)
-MT.
AWESOME (Score:2)
Woo-Hoo! (Score:1)
I've always felt that doing housework was like stringing beads with no knot on the end of the string. It's a lot of work but you don't feel like you've accomplished much because it just has to be done again later.
Congrads on the new job.
^_^
Nice (Score:2)
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Excellent. (Score:2)
As for the kids angle... probably one of the best things you can do for a kid is give him a happy mother.
If you need any help ... (Score:1)
If you need any help, let me know. I haven't taught ESL, but I HAVE been doing EFL for about seven years and people tell me I'm pretty good at it.
Finally, I hope that you get laid REALLY well in the near future, both for your sake and for mine.