It is a strange feeling ending a chapter in your life. I always get overwhelmed with thoughts and emotions- how much that life became the norm for me, the sadness of how I’ll never see certain people again, how I’ll never be that age again; the amazement of how much time has passed, the wisdom I’ve learned, the difference in me since I entered that chapter; and of course, aspirations and anxieties about the future.
students on the last day of school I felt sad. At the same time, I knew that my career as a teacher had definitely burned out, at least, with that age group, with that curriculum, with that school, and possibly with this continent. The last couple of months were a big struggle for me in all those areas. As I have expressed before, I feel that the curriculum presented for such young kids is very difficult to uphold as it is not age appropriate, thus making my job a struggle despite my enjoyment of being around kids. At the same time, this situation and its challenges gave me an irreplaceable lesson, the exact kind I set out for. I mean, why would I go across the world to teach at a school identical to one in America?
Some students’ parents seemed a bit surprised that I was going home and I almost felt guilty… but I got what I came for and now it is time for me to move on… that’s understandable right? Nothing personal towards Thailand but I didn’t see my entire future there! There is still so much more of the world that I want to see and I’m really excited for when I do.