Okay, so, this is not book related, but I am currently living abroad in Japan. The past three weeks have felt like three years, and adjusting has been some tough and brutal shit. It's crazy how much this place is romanticized. But, I am slowly (like sloth and snail slowly) coming around to it nonetheless. I have met some cool and really nice people, eaten great food, and seen some beautiful things so far.
And today was my first actual day on the job teaching English at a preschool.
Don't get me wrong, kids are kids. Sometimes they are manageable, and sometimes they are not. That's not in my control, and not my main role as an English teacher. I'm not here to play babysitter. As long as they can attempt to speak a few English words, or phrases, then my work is done.
But the management, communication, and organization of the school? Absolutely. Terrible. Unexpected things came up, shitty lessons pulled out of my ass were given, and some students were screaming, hooting, and hollering galore. I sent them an email telling them how I felt about it all, and I hope they understand. If not, well, that's not my problem.
Things could've easily been resolved or better prepared if I was given the proper opportunity to get acquainted with the school, and students a few weeks before (when I was sitting around in my apartment doing literally, NOTHING). But we all know that didn't happen. Today, I cried out in frustration, stress, and feeling overwhelmed by it all.
But hey, at least I made it out alive. And I will give myself all the credit in the world for just that.
Haven't raised the white flag. Yet.
Even though there have been so many close calls in the past week and half.
As for the rest of the week, will I survive? Yeah, I'm not really sure about that. But, at least I am still here right now. And that's all that matters.