The Complaint or Night Thoughts on Bridges, Teaching and Future :P

[mothwing]

I really loathe to find myself thinking about the future in the middle of the night, because everything seems even more dismal when it's dark outside.

The thing is: I am a literature student and I do not want to become a teacher. I fail to teach methods of interpretation even to very intelligent people I like. How will I do that with a class? Then, German is a language so complicated and fussy even natives make mistakes. Teaching is so frustrating. And becoming a teacher would mean I'd become teacher because there isn't anything else I could do.
I had lots of those teachers in school. They were all horrible.

And yet, for literature majors, without friends who's parents run newspapers or publishing houses, there are not that many options without an amazing stroke of luck or a medium miracles.

So it may boil down to being a bad teacher or sleeping under the bridge of my choice.
Interesting fact: Hamburg has more bridges than Venice.
But then, there are so many literature students around in this city they really need those.

Comments

[crocky-wock.livejournal.com]

*grins* Weiss ich nicht. Nur weil ich's scheisse finde?

[mothwing.livejournal.com]

Nicht weil du es scheiße findest. Das Gedicht ist auch nicht der Renner. Ich hab nur den Eindruck, dass ich eher geschadet als genützt hab.

Der Punkt ist: für dich waren meine Erklärungen schon konfus. Für dich, die du mich selbst dann verstehst, wenn andere schon lange das Handtuch geworfen haben.
Was sollen dann erst die armen Kinder machen?