Taylor said I got fired from my job. What he should have told me was that I was fired from the blog, because I have failed to post for a whole week.
But no, he really meant from my job. Teaching English.
Here's the story folks-
I worked for 2 days with this kid. It was like pulling teeth to get him to smile and be chatty. As you already know, I was not loving it. I couldn't imagine doing it for the next month, if it was going to continue the way it had been in those 2 days. I really was trying my best to be optimistic and happy.
Last Sunday, I prayed real hard. I said Will you please help things to get better, or else will you please let something change? Whichever will help me most to enjoy my last month here...
That night while I was actually reading through my manuals and planning my lessons, giving it lots of effort, I received a text message from the employment manager that said:
"Hi Jodi, I am sorry to inform you that your student has been on summer vacation until the end of August. You v no class tomorrow v him. If we have right student will call you right away."
Needless to say, I was slightly confused by this message. After several days of trying to contact someone to figure out exactly what was going on (a whole different story about the frustrations of working with the Chinese culture), I learned that the student dropped out because, if I understand correctly, his parents want one teacher until the end of August , but I am leaving at the beginning of August. That, or after 2 days he had just had enough of my nonsense.
So Taylor said I was fired.
I say, let's look at it this way... They were like- come teach this student, oh nevermind that won't work, maybe we'll call you if we have another.
Right? Right? Tell me you're on my side, just to make me feel better. I'm so not a failure.
Maybe they will hire me to help the employment manager practice her English. Psh.