Showing posts with label English. Show all posts
Showing posts with label English. Show all posts

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Take Me To India

Oh, family reunions: Discovering that while you were in England, your 3-feet-tall cousin was escaping the clutches of a wild boar while on a safari in Africa (good thing his parents enrolled him in sports)...

That kid is more worldly than I am. 

Though I recognize the immaturity of being jealous of a 6 year old, the need for adventure was enough to make me reach for another glass of champagne. I mean, I went from traveling all over Europe for a year to spending half of one in the same town ...Never mind Caribbean islands, I haven't traveled further than my COTTAGE since the summer.

Where are the life-threatening, wild hero-sweeping situations I had dreamed of as a child? If "life is either a great adventure or nothing" (as Helen Keller said) then I have fallen into the nothing. I've become restless.

So this was the point when I declared to everyone: "I'm going to teach English in India."


Ha! Take that, parents. Because, really, while I was dreaming of being an editor for some big-shot company (my dreams have holes, I know, but I was going to find a name for this said company soon) and having a bestseller that would launch me into super-star book-dome, they were under the impression that I would become a teacher... Fine then, I'll teach: In Syberia India

Because, really, what else are you going to do with a Bachelor of Arts and an English Literature major and French Studies minor? they were thinking. 

What back-stabbers. 


....the fact half of my family believed me, however, came as such a surprise that the idea went from an absurdity to a possibility in the span of 3 seconds. The fact my parents (making loud exclamations of mock-protest) were among the non-believers made me think:

If not India, then what the hell am I going to do with my life? 

I am not saying there's anything wrong with being a teachermy mom is a high-school teacher, my dad the principal of my old high-school; the profession is entirely respectable. I just don't want my kids to have to live through those awkward summer teacher-gatherings I lived through, my sister and I hiding in my room while debating the merits (if there were any) of entering the "teacher zone" downstairs to retrieve food. 

No, being a teacher is not OK. What I realised, however, is that it's not the teaching profession itself that's scared me, just the idea that I would turn into my parents. And there's nothing wrong with my parents, I love them, I just don't want to BE them. 

So hence the idea of teaching in India. 

If you could have a job anywhere, anyplace, anytime, what would it be? Because I'm not too sure what mine is anymore. 

Friday, June 17, 2011

Jane Eyre Inspired

Sunday December 9, 2012: This blog (as you might have noticed from previous posts, all relating to English) was originally created as a project for my Grade 12 English class. Many old posts were deleted because they simply didn't "fit" with the new theme of the blog when, maybe a month ago, I decided to brush off the dust and build it back up again. I still, however, write poetry and so here's a poem that I wrote during this class after reading Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre)

Jane: "I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being, with an independent will; which I now exert to leave you.” 



Jane's Air

Shadows shudder and brush her body,
mingle with moonlight's gleam.
"Plain," Pretty's
whims whisper.
Yet there’s something in her air
that speaks to me.

Fire’s flames
bleed in blood, dance like dares in his eyes—
No matter how many axiom arrows fly
she’ll not be led by lies.
“Clever!” Cupid cries in shame:
“What’s a game with no heart to blame?”

Shadows shudder and brush her body,
mingle with moonlight's gleam.
"Plain," Pretty's
whims whisper…
Yet there’s something in Jane’s air
that means truth to me.