Crapface!

I work with two graduate students, one is in law school and one is in the school of education. Yesterday at work, the one in law school talked about how she wished she had worked in education. She will have a law degree in May, and isn't really sure what she's going to do with it. Both of them said that most of their family works in education, and one embraced it, and one denied it. Both of them spent their summers teaching people in foreign countries in English. Now one is excited about working in foreign countries teaching people theater, and the other regrets that she didn't become a teacher.

I feel as though this is an appropriate time for me to question my life. Am I denying my fate? Perhaps. I am ultra excited at the prospect of teaching English in Ecuador this summer. Let's not forget about how I teach people English on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and work at a preschool on Wednesdays. I want to travel the world, and write about it while I'm at it. Both of them said that teaching English is the best way to travel the globe because a. you're helping people b. you're visiting foreign countries c. you get to know the culture and their traditions and d. people accept you and take you in because you're a good person who likes helping their kiddies. Am I going to be law school girl except I'll have a masters in Journalism, and will know more about teaching people English than writing city news? Ah, questioning my life is my favorite hobby.