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I haven't posted a journal in months and in those months, I have thus moved to Spain with the intention of teaching English. I conquered the TEFL course (it really was the longest and shortest four weeks of my life), went home for the holidays, returned in time to start Spanish courses, and start looking for a job.
A few good things have happened. I've progressed from an absolute beginner in Spanish (A1.1) to A2 in a matter of seven weeks. It's taken some classmates six months to reach that level. So...go me? I've also written a lot. The creative juices are really flowing here. The wine is good, the food is (for the most part) decent, and there are lots of cool people and places to see (including a cat cafe). Then there's the traveling. I hit up Rome last month and will be checking into Belgium next month (and getting my hands on some Belgian chocolate, obviously). Also on my to-visit list are England, France, Ireland, Germany, a few more cities in Italy, and the Netherlands. Until November (when I'll likely return to Estados Unidos), I'll be doing lots of traveling.
Then there's the other side of being abroad. I'm homesick. Obviously. I'm also having trouble finding work. True, I've had my share of interviews, but the results have been dismal. I had one today where I was told that they're not going to hire me because I don't have the experience and that I should maybe look into another TEFL course, but that I should call them back when I get more experience.
I'll vote republican before I call those guys back.
Until then, I'll just take on one-on-one students. And write. And hang out with the felines at the cat cafe. And drink Spanish wine, obviously.
A few good things have happened. I've progressed from an absolute beginner in Spanish (A1.1) to A2 in a matter of seven weeks. It's taken some classmates six months to reach that level. So...go me? I've also written a lot. The creative juices are really flowing here. The wine is good, the food is (for the most part) decent, and there are lots of cool people and places to see (including a cat cafe). Then there's the traveling. I hit up Rome last month and will be checking into Belgium next month (and getting my hands on some Belgian chocolate, obviously). Also on my to-visit list are England, France, Ireland, Germany, a few more cities in Italy, and the Netherlands. Until November (when I'll likely return to Estados Unidos), I'll be doing lots of traveling.
Then there's the other side of being abroad. I'm homesick. Obviously. I'm also having trouble finding work. True, I've had my share of interviews, but the results have been dismal. I had one today where I was told that they're not going to hire me because I don't have the experience and that I should maybe look into another TEFL course, but that I should call them back when I get more experience.
I'll vote republican before I call those guys back.
Until then, I'll just take on one-on-one students. And write. And hang out with the felines at the cat cafe. And drink Spanish wine, obviously.
Shit Nobody's Got Time For
Another birthday is on the horizon. And the older I get, the less time I've got for stupid shit. Here's a few things I've got no time for:
* Shitty books. If it doesn't grab my attention by page 100, it gets the heave ho.
* Shitty people. I had to cut my cousin out of my life. She made some shitty remarks following my dad's death about how I should grieve and that I didn't earn the money he left me and thus, didn't deserve it. She said a few other nasty things, so bye, Felicia!
* Online dating pen pals. If you're on OkCupid and you have no intention of meeting up with the people you're chatting with (or if you're being a catfish) and inste
I'm leaving for America in two days...
And it's never seemed more golden and wonderful.
You see, 26 hours ago, I'd just seen a fireworks show and was drinking with a friend, talking about all the things I'll miss about Spain.
Then today...my purse was snatched. My wallet, keys, phone...gone.
I still have my passport, thank God, so I'll be able to board the plane on Thursday to go back to America. But I basically had to spend the afternoon shutting down my phone, my cards, freezing my bank accounts, and having my brother wire me money via western union. It's a complete shit-show, but on the bright side, they didn't nick my computer or passport - both of which are hella important
Eating hater tots and drinking haterade.
You know why?
Because I fuckin' hate those butt-ugly, butt-plug-looking, stupid fucking minions!
And they're every-fucking-where, even here in Europe where I'd hope to escape those godawful things. They're not funny and their fanboys are even more obnoxious than the skunk grass that grew around my old neighborhood in Milwaukee. Maybe it's the moms on Facebook who ruined it for me with their stupid mom quotes accompanying pictures of the ugly little beasts. Or it's the people who make the minions all emo and shit and then post them on Facebook. Or maybe it's the fact that when I went home last month, I couldn't escape them, not even in my br
Of Books and Men
I try not to talk too much about my current works-in-progress, but one big project I've embarked on is a six-part miniseries taking place in 1880's California. There are supernatural and steampunk elements, which can definitely make it more fucked up than Bonanza and Gunsmoke, but I digress. My big happy moment is that I'm almost done with the first draft of the first book of the series! Huzzah! True, I'm not even 50% done with the series, but I put a dent in it, one that nearly cost me my sanity over these past couple of months, but it's nearly done nonetheless!
We won't talk about the edits. Those are going to be a bitch, especially after
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