A new life from scratch

Because of the epidemic, the plane was cut off, and his teaching career came to an abrupt end. Forget it, that was expected. It just seems a little unwilling in my heart, many people want to come out, and I, a fool, want to go back. Perhaps it is still nostalgic for the original comfortable and stable life. But it's over, it's time to wake up. Although the reluctance of my colleagues can comfort me a lot. But the truth is that I have to start all over again and be nothing here.

I started writing my resume on several job sites in the US and it was really hard. All the domestic certificates and documents are not around. I went up with the mentality of giving it a try. There was a private school who emailed me asking if I was interested when I didn't finish my resume, just because I was looking for a career as a teacher. And I think about myself, except that I have been a teacher for the longest time, and I have nothing else to do. So, I completed my resume under the reminder of the website. The other party requires three years of teaching experience. Although, I don't think it's worth it at all. But the e-mails that come and go, still have to go to the interview. This is a private primary school. Before going there, I searched for the introduction of this school on the Internet. They teach in three languages at the same time, so I'm also within the scope of the interview. Of course, there are half and half of the positive and negative reviews online, and one comment said so. She spent $3,000 a month to send her son to school, but his son didn't speak Chinese either. And strongly dissatisfied with this school only fancy money. I thought to myself, why don't you drive for money, the United States is a society that looks at money everywhere, and it is more rampant than in China. It is said that labor is expensive, but only a small number of technicians have good income, and the rest are barely living. This monthly tuition is really much more than a month's salary. To work in an ordinary restaurant is about 2,000 per month.

In my experience, it's kind of like a training facility. The high prices are just to make the rich think how elite this place is.

On the day of the interview, I didn't have any hope, I just went to have a look. Like the classmate said, I was idle. It is said that it is a school, it is really like a warehouse, and you may have seen such large-scale workshops with color steel plates in China, which are separated from room to room. There is no front desk, there is an office at the door. A Mexican woman handed me a black disposable mask. There is no waiting room, and there are no waiting chairs in the corridor. The woman asked me to wait a while, she might go and call. I was standing there in the hallway, with some tables on the wall, the timetables for the students in class. Chinese on Mondays and Thursdays, Spanish on Tuesdays and Fridays, and English on Wednesdays. I saw the women in the office through the small window on that office door. To be honest, I don't like it too much in my heart. There are too many women, and there are too many things.

After waiting for ten minutes, an Asian woman came to me rhythmically with a sandal. I think this is the head of school, Sua Ha, who responded to emails and made an appointment for an interview. She first took me into the office at the door. Seeing that my English was not very good, she went to find a Chinese woman. About 30 years old, tall and slender, with long straight black hair, when the boss called her, she immediately stopped what she was doing, grabbed the mask and responded. Then, the boss of the interview looked for the key and opened a closed cabin similar to a reception room. I immediately felt the origin of the word cell. Then move the round table and move the chair against the wall. Three people squeezed into such a closed room. The interview begins. In fact, I only took one resume at the time, and I didn't take it out in the end. I asked some questions about teaching, and I also understood what the boss meant. She wants the students of the school to learn something about professional painting, like learning about Van Gogh, like sketching. She felt that she needed a major at her school. Then he told me the hours of work, what kind of work, and then asked me if I had any questions. I said no. After everything was over, she escorted me out of the warehouse door where I came in. He also told me that there will be a teacher who can speak Chinese to contact me. I didn't take it seriously either, because I did feel like I had nothing. Also, when I first came here, I was played once by a young Chinese husband and wife boss, who said that they would give me a call, but the result was the kind of person who couldn't wait until the end of the day. Presumably because I have stepped on such a pit, I have already put on the golden bell iron cloth shirt.

The pig asked me how the interview was, and I said they would call me, but he thought there would be a notification. Actually there is no response so far. I have a super good mentality, mainly because I don't like the environment too much. In addition to the venue, there is also the atmosphere, and there are a group of women. The small eyes under the boss's raised false eyelashes reveal a kind of businessman's shrewdness. I also saw the Chinese women in the pictures on that wall. There is no place for a man, there is too much yin, and it is not suitable for a heartless person like me. I don't know how to die at that time. Although, I basically understood what the person said during the interview, but my own expression was really not good. So, you have to keep learning English.

Of course, no one could understand the powerlessness I felt as a teacher facing school parents. I have also been to off-campus training institutions, but I have no choice but to obey parents because of money. That kind of child is a piece of shit, and the boss demands that they must be trained into geniuses. For money, I can’t tell the truth. I used to be a colleague. Before I became a music teacher in the school, I was depressed when I taught children how to play the piano in a piano shop. She still had pain when she told me about those days. I think for people like us, it's really painful to live like that. Now, it's my mindset to adjust. I really accept the fact that I am a delivery person. This job is quite hard. It's a job of begging for food, as my dad said. But it is relatively pure. You can control the time yourself, and you don’t have to lie to others to make money hard. It’s much better than those who hold a bullshit agent certificate in their hands, such as MLM insurance. Of course, that's not to say everyone is bad. Because I came to the United States just one year ago, my husband's insurance agent changed as many as five experiences. This time I found it myself, a classmate of a netizen. Hope it lasts till the end this time.

Finally, pour yourself some chicken soup again, life is no big deal.