I’m just as surprised as you. I’ve never had any interest in furthering my education, until a few days ago. I don’t know how or why, but a few days ago something in my head clicked. It realized that if I get my master’s degree, I will be able to get a job litetally anywhere in the world without a problem. Could I still get a job with jsut my bachelors and a TEFL? Yes, I 100% could. HOWEVER, some countries do require a Master’s Degree. What if I want to work in those countries? What if I want to work in the US? If I know what want to teach english for the rest of my life and truely make a career out of it, then I need some sort of security blanket. That is what this degree will be for me. A security blanket, so that no matter what happens or where I choose to go, I will be good. I will be safe. I won’t have to worry about not being as qualified as the next guy and I can ask for more money (which is always a good thing). So now that I have declared this, before God and the internet. I will start the application process and hope for the best.
Should I get a Masters Degree?
I’m going into my fifth year of my undergrad (pathetic I know) and as I come closer to the end of my college career, I’m starting to relize just how unprepared I am to leave. I don’t know what to do next. I dont know where to live, what job to get, nothing. I am completely clueless, and it’s freaking me out.
When I was in 10th grade I decided that I wanted to become an ESL teacher. I decleared this at the end of my sophomore year of highschool and never strayed away from the idea. Ever since that day, I have tailored my academic path to lead straight to the promise land that is ESL. So far the path has been very clear. I was able to shadow the ESL teacher in my highschool during my senior year, tutor international students for two years in college, even score a job teaching english online. It all seemed so simple. BUT now that I am almost at the end of the college part of this journey, I’m starting to queston my next step. Where exactly do I go from here? Do I get certified and hop on the first plane to china, or do I further my education?
Each adult I talk to can not emphaize enough how not getting their graduate degree was and will forever be their biggest regret. They tell me that furthering my education is 100% py choice and it’s not crucial to be successful in the future HOWEVER the reason why they haven’t gotten where they want to be in life is becasue they did not further their education. Hopefully you can see my delimma.
I think my biggest fear is regret. I don’t want to make any decision that I will ultimately end up regreting in the furture. Say I don’t get my master’s degree. I could live comfortable and be successful without it or I could end up settling for a job becasue I don’t qualify for what I really want to do. Say I do get my master’s degree and I spend another two years in school. Yeah, it will make me more marketable when it comes to finding a job, however, will I regret spending my over half of my twenties in school?
It is very possible that I am making this more difficult than what it really is. Maybe I’m over analyzing the whole situation. Maybe it really isn’t that deep. Who knows.
I forgot I had a blog
Imagine that. I created a blog a little over two years ago, posted three times, then completely forgot that it even existed. Honestly, I’m not surprised. I have never been one to commit to anything for longer than a month and a half. What did I expect?
I remember I created this blog because I was at an extremely low point in my life. It was towards the end of my sophomore year, my grades were shit, my love life was shit, I was obviously shit. For some reason, creating a blog seemed like the answer to my problems. Yes, this blog would be the catalyst to the rebirth of my happiness and will to live. This blog would be what would save me from the abyss of depression that swallowed me whole. I planned to put my heart, mind and soul into this blog but instead I met a boy. I met a boy, put my everything into him until he ghosted me after four weeks of us “talking”, sweet.
I will try again to post regularly on this blog. I am now in my fifth year of my undergrad (Jesus Christ) and all of my friend have graduated and moved one. Long story short, I am lonely as hell. I need someone to talk to, I need an outlet. Hopefully this blog can be a friend for me. We’ll see how long I can keep this up.
Its official! I’m a hypocrite
Three weeks! That’s as long as I could keep up my fitness habit. That’s a shame. I though that I could at least make it a month. I haven’t been to the gym in a little over 2 weeks. I didn’t quit going out of laziness though. I didn’t just give up.
I had entirely too much going on at once. I got to the point where I had to decide what was more important, my health and well being or my grades. Surprisingly, I chose my grades. So what if I get winded walking up the stairs to my room, I have a B in math so it’s cool right?
There’s so much that I want to do this semester but I have absolutely no time. I schedule my day from when I wake up to when I shower and go to bed. I go into each day with a plan, a list of things that need done, and places I need to be. Despite how organized I am, I still feel like I’m on the cusp of crumbling under this weight. I’m a full time student with two part time jobs. Have I lost my mind.
I think I just need a day to myself to do nothing. I have yet to have a lazy day in my bed. My weekends are all booked with morning shifts and more homework. Maybe this weekend I’ll take a day to myself. I’m off on Saturday (by my surprise), so I’ll just enjoy my day off, treat myself.
All I know is something has to give before I self destruct from the stress.
A Cupp Of Tea 