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August 2017

I’m getting old. This is bad. Pretty soon all my dreams of playing ukulele and sleeping in will be crushed….

 

I’m going to be a legit instructor for an English course.

The prospect of this terrifies me.

What also terrifies me is the fact that I made awkward small talk with my neighbor four times today and now he probably thinks I’m a crazy cat lady stalker….which I totally am not (except the crazy cat lady part, I can’t negate that).

Anyway, the prospect, which is actually a certainty and not a prospect, is the reason I’m still up at this crazy hour of the day. I started attempting to lesson plan, got overwhelmed, and explored the internet.

That was also depressing.

So it’s two am and I’m still up.

I really hope that this coming semester is less terrifying than I think it will be.

Teaching 25-30 American college students English can’t be too horrible, right? …RIGHT?

 

I also hope that the outline of the future as told by the internet is less terrifying than they all think it will be. Those people are bleak.

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