I decided to open Renren for the last time between now and the foreseeable future. And that was when I saw C's talks with her friends, one of which suggesting that she was earning a thousand a month by teaching English in a Tutoring Institute. That was how much my parents are earning! I was stupefied and deeply stirred inside.
Yesterday I was kind of happy after came back from KY's place, because I sensed her satisfaction with me - through her reiteration of her "overlord items" that I was to teach her son until the end of first semester of my senior year! That was like an eternity. And if H wants me to continue, I will be under even heavier exploitation for at least one and a half years. I never take their asking my state of study seriously, all these are crap - they don't give a damn about what happens to me. Even if i die, they would give a sigh about how delicate life is, and go to WP to find another best student in the English Dept. I was at most a tool. And a very very cheap one.
I closed the window in a fit of rage and self-pity. And opened Lolita, not really in the mood of reading anything. And I saw the first sentence read: "I found a job - teaching English to a group of adults in Autenuil..."
I don't want to be a teacher! I was on the verge of bursting. Even though anything I am doing now suggest I would be a good teacher and there seems nothing else I can do (I indeed have a very bleak outlook), I don't want to be a teacher. I would die before I would be a teacher.
TO HELL WITH IT!
TO HELL WITH IT ALL!
Yesterday I was kind of happy after came back from KY's place, because I sensed her satisfaction with me - through her reiteration of her "overlord items" that I was to teach her son until the end of first semester of my senior year! That was like an eternity. And if H wants me to continue, I will be under even heavier exploitation for at least one and a half years. I never take their asking my state of study seriously, all these are crap - they don't give a damn about what happens to me. Even if i die, they would give a sigh about how delicate life is, and go to WP to find another best student in the English Dept. I was at most a tool. And a very very cheap one.
I closed the window in a fit of rage and self-pity. And opened Lolita, not really in the mood of reading anything. And I saw the first sentence read: "I found a job - teaching English to a group of adults in Autenuil..."
I don't want to be a teacher! I was on the verge of bursting. Even though anything I am doing now suggest I would be a good teacher and there seems nothing else I can do (I indeed have a very bleak outlook), I don't want to be a teacher. I would die before I would be a teacher.
TO HELL WITH IT!
TO HELL WITH IT ALL!
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