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