I always thought the process of getting a job was simple and straightforward: you go to school, you learn a bunch of things you need to know, and you’ll be ready to be thrown into the workforce (or at least ready enough).
These past few months have been sobering for me in realizing that this belief is very far from the actual truth. In reality, no amount of education can completely and entirely prepare you for the real world.
Don’t get me wrong: school does teach you what you need to know (usually) and prepares you as best it can in a very comforting environment. As a language teacher, my job is to help students use English in the outside world. As a teacher, my job is to teach speaking, writing, reading and listening skills, as well as strengthen them and tailor them for the modern Torontonian society (whose language is CONSTANTLY changing. Seriously. What is ‘the 6’?)
But I’ve come to this realization that I can only prepare my students, just like school can only prepare me. Everything else comes down to how confident I am in my skills, and same goes with using a language.
There are so many moments where we might want to remember something, like a phrase you want to search on Google or a song you heard in the elevator. Hell, you might want to even remember a video you wanted to record.
Recently, I performed two poems I wrote at a Poetry Slam hosted by the Thaqalayn Muslim Association and the Islamic Relief at York University. It was amazing event, with some awesome and passionate talent. It was incredibly inspiring to hear other people’s work, as well as their ideas. This is the first poem that I performed.
A family of trees huddle together in the forest; Some young, some old, both big and tall. Birds come from far, in the forest they nest; They know these trees, together, will never fall.
So, as some of you know, I took the challenge of participating in NaNoWriMo, the National Novel Writing Month. As of last night, I have completed the first draft of my novel.
Yes, that was my reaction. That, followed by me basically knocking out until the sudden realization of me having to do my assignment for school came up.
Now, the point of this post is to chronicle some important things about my NaNo experience. One reason being to give you an update, and the other to highlight this great opportunity (in case any of you are considering doing it in the future).
Let’s start at the beginning; the very, very beginning.
In celebration of National Poetry Day, I’m releasing this poem. It’s a poem I wrote a while ago and stuffed away, and have only really looked back at it today.
I don’t know why, I’ve been feeling very morose. I could take something for it; a pill, I suppose. But I prefer the high I get off of life, Like forgetting the feeling of a dozen mice Whilst they scatter along up and down your skin, Or losing the thought that everything you do is a sin.