Plans are to show how unpredictable life really is. I teach in Brooklyn. I’m supposed to be teaching in an orphanage in India. I decided that when I was seven. I solidified my plans when I was fourteen and raised four thousands dollars to “work” in India for a month. If you can call doing dramas that don’t make sense for people that have never seen white people any sort of “work”. Then yes, I worked in India. Anyone who was raised in a charismatic church and went on a mission trip might understand what I went through, what I experienced.
After high school I went to college to get my degree in ESL so I could actually help the people in India, instead of doing dramas and confusing them about the western culture and Christianity in general. Along with looking stupid. I didn’t care about looking stupid when I was fourteen. I of course didn’t think I was stupid at the time. I thought I was the shit for visiting India and doing dramas in villages.
So after college, I had my ESL/Linguistic degree in hand, I bought a ticket to Europe to backpack and sleep outside. This was not part of my plan. It’s not the plan I had mounted on my wall and laminated. Kidding, I’m not that socially inapt. I love plans. But I love canceling my plans even more then making them. Anyway it wasn’t the plan to hike around Europe. But I did it and am so glad I did.
A childhood friend, who also dressed up and did dramas to confuse third world natives, moved to New York City and told me she loved it. I applied for a job in NYC after getting back from backpacking and only having three weeks before school started. So with two weeks to spare I got this city teaching job and moved to NYC.
This is not part of the plan.
I started teaching in Brooklyn in the Fall. My life was now really getting off track.
New York broke me. It has played a huge part in who I am today. How grateful I am that I am so far off track from my plan.
After high school I went to college to get my degree in ESL so I could actually help the people in India, instead of doing dramas and confusing them about the western culture and Christianity in general. Along with looking stupid. I didn’t care about looking stupid when I was fourteen. I of course didn’t think I was stupid at the time. I thought I was the shit for visiting India and doing dramas in villages.
So after college, I had my ESL/Linguistic degree in hand, I bought a ticket to Europe to backpack and sleep outside. This was not part of my plan. It’s not the plan I had mounted on my wall and laminated. Kidding, I’m not that socially inapt. I love plans. But I love canceling my plans even more then making them. Anyway it wasn’t the plan to hike around Europe. But I did it and am so glad I did.
A childhood friend, who also dressed up and did dramas to confuse third world natives, moved to New York City and told me she loved it. I applied for a job in NYC after getting back from backpacking and only having three weeks before school started. So with two weeks to spare I got this city teaching job and moved to NYC.
This is not part of the plan.
I started teaching in Brooklyn in the Fall. My life was now really getting off track.
New York broke me. It has played a huge part in who I am today. How grateful I am that I am so far off track from my plan.
3 comments:
as i've said before, you are excellent at things that used to be considered "my" things. like writing. you are the shit.
I think you ROCK as a teacher and I think you are doing what God wants for you. Besides, you are helping people, just in a different place than you planned.
Whoa...I didn't know I had a blogger account. It didn't post me as anonymous! :o
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