Here’s the deal for those of you I haven’t been keeping updated: I’m going to China to teach English for a year. I’m not going with any program, I just applied to a school through a recruiter I found online and voila, they sent me a contract to sign.

Why China? You really wanna know?

God told me to.

Honest. I had never planned to get into teaching English as a second language. I majored in Theatre with an emphasis in costume and makeup design thinking I would end up working in professional film or theatre or television or something. But the closer I got to graduating the worse I felt about it. I found myself down right dreading graduation because I couldn’t imagine myself having any sort of successful career.

I started half-heartedly looking through job postings but just felt worse and worse. I wanted to go home and stay with my family for a while but my family is in Moscow and what would there be for me there? I don’t speak Russian!

A girl in my ward told me about her experience teaching English in China. China! I could teach English in China!

Wait, what? China? I don’t speak Chinese. I don’t know anything about China. I don’t know anything about teaching English as a second language. That’s a crazy idea. Maybe I could go teach English in Moscow and live with my family.

No, go to Asia.

Okay, Korea looks promising…

No.

Go to China.

Go to China.

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Some of you know what I’m talking about. If not, you’ll just have to take my word for it: God wants me in China. It seems crazy and impossible but hey

The things which are impossible with men are possible with God.

Luke 18:27

I was scared out of my mind at first. But I knew I had to do it, just as I’d known I had to move from England to Hawaii and just as I’d known I had to go from Hawaii to Utah, both of which were painfully difficult, as this is bound to be. But it’s all for the best.

I looked for jobs on eslcafe.com and sent off emails to every one I might be qualified for. Turns out most of the jobs on those boards are posted by recruiters who are paid by schools to find foreign teachers. A few different recruiters responded to my emails but the most persistent was a woman called Sally (it’s common for the Chinese to choose English names for themselves). After sending me contract after contract to look over she finally talked me into signing one. I am going to Zibo, Shandong, China to teach at the Zibo Global English School.

Finals, graduation, moving out of my apartment and signing a year long teaching contract all happened at once. Seriously, that was a rough 24 hours. But I survived.

My family all came to my graduation. It was the first time we had all been together since Larisa’s wedding in December of 2006. Mom, Dad and Melece came from Russia and Larisa and Hayden came from England and Robert came from Logan. Mom took lots of pictures.

Hmm… Melece is sadly missing from all of these pictures. I only have the photos that my mother has posted on facebook. Here’s one with Melece in it:

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There we go.

 

I wasn’t as happy as I might have been because I didn’t get my grades til the week after and I was so scared I would fail one or both of my classes. No one took my fears seriously because everyone knows I’m smart. Yes, I’m smart. But all the brains in the world won’t help you if you don’t attend class and forget to take midterms or hand in assignments. Yeah, it wasn’t a good semester. I broke up with my boyfriend, I didn’t have a job– you’d think I’d have found something useful to do with my time.

Anyway we don’t need to dwell on that any more because I did pass! I didn’t just pass I overachieved. I was aiming for D’s I got two C-‘s! Woot! Seriously, I have never been so happy for two C-‘s.

So. I have a bachelors degree and I have a job. Now I just need a plane ticket…