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

[rockychick.livejournal.com]

I hate it when doubts creep up in the middle of the night. Why can't they creep up while it's morning and I can see the bright side of things?

I'm sorry you're feeling so down, hun. Perhaps there IS something else out there for you, and you'll find it soon. :) We can hope for it, anyway. *hugs*

[bronnyelsp.livejournal.com]

Ugh, middle of the night worrying is the worst. Hope you felt better when the sun came out again!

Don't worry. There's bound to be options, and just because it's difficult is no reason not to do a major you love.

One sentence:

[dstroyrofworlds.livejournal.com]

If you don't want to become a teacher, don't.


Be good at what you are doing, at what you love to do, and you should be able to find a place/job somewhere in the world.
And remember:
If you are not ready for everyhting you are not ready for anything!
Seems to be a bad message but is not, think about it.

[crocky-wock.livejournal.com]

who said you failed? :D

[mothwing.livejournal.com]

Thanks, Rocky. *hugs back* I guess the next morning always brightens things up, doesn't it? And somehow...everybody finds something somehow. Hopefully I'll find something as well. :)

[mothwing.livejournal.com]

I did feel better, thanks, Bron. Not only for the sun but also for the kind words from you guys. :)

You're right, I'd have regretted it immensely if I hadn't chosen this major, so it is probably the best I could have done although it probably was not the most pragmatic choice.

Re: One sentence:

[mothwing.livejournal.com]

You are only afraid I'll teach your children, admit it. :p
There's much truth in your advice, it's only that there are really a lot of people being good at what I'm doing around. At the moment it definetely looks as though I should be ready for everything including a bright career in various fast food chains and anything related to that. :D

It doesn't seem to be a bad message. It's true. Thanks, Sad.

[mothwing.livejournal.com]

A Fly did, y chree. But maybe I'm mistaken?

[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?