24 June, 2018

Where I am vs. where I thought I would be by now

I usually see these posts on New Year, birthdays or some other big dates during the year. For me, there's not anything special happening now, but I had some more time lately and I mostly spent it thinking about my life and future. And, as it usually goes, I went to the dark side. I thought about all the bad things I did to ruin my plans. Or should I say, stuff I didn't do to accomplish them. But let's start from the beginning.
I'll tell you my plans in short. I'm 23 now. By this age, I always thought I would be done with uni/college, with a large group of friends that would have a usual meet-up place like they do have in the movies. I also thought I would be engaged by now, with a job and maybe my own apartment. It's safe to say I had big plans for such a young girl.
Now, I also need to tell you how the living looks like here so you would get the complete picture. I mentioned it before, but in short, kids here live with their parents until being about 26 to 30 years old. That's maybe so weird and stupid to you, but it's normal here. Young people struggle with getting a job until about being 25 years old and the incomes are really low so this makes sense. Most young people also go to uni/college and are focused on that, so everything else comes in second. Not to go any further into this, just trust me.
Are you ready to hear where I am now? Here it goes... I haven't finished college yet (although I'm really close to finishing it), I'm also not engaged. I'm the complete opposite here. I'm single without ever having a boyfriend. I also don't have a large group of friends. I have few here and few there, but they are not connected and I have a feeling I'm losing more and more friends as the time passes. I don't have a job and I'm still living with my parents. Am I depressing yet?
Of course, I had more plans, and I still do, but these are some really important to me. Even though these plans were made when I was a lot younger, I still want to accomplish them all as soon as I can. And I probably could have accomplished some if I wasn't so socially awkward and sometimes lazy when it comes to uni. I don't know why I always focus on the bad stuff, but my mind naturally goes there. I usually snap out of it pretty fast and I'm not losing my mind over these, but I still hope all these plans and wishes will come true soon.
This year, a lot will change for me so I'll try to focus on accomplishing more of these. Of course, for engagement I should probably find my better half first. Haha. Although I started off on a sad note, I want to finish this with positive thoughts. I want to remind you all, and myself, that even though I haven't accomplished my goals by now, I'm OK. I'm living my life, I'm quite happy with it and I have hope for the even better future. Nothing is lost, I will survive and live my life as a normal person.
Not accomplishing plans as you imagined can be hard, but we need to let the life lead us. I would also want to take more control of what happens, but that's the part of the charm. Not knowing where the life will lead you. Or I just say that to myself not to feel bad. Either way, I'm OK. You'll be too.

What are your big plans you thought you would have accomplished by now?

See you next Sunday ♥

03 June, 2018

Storytime: A teacher was wrong & yelled at me

It's been a while since I wrote a 'Storytime' post, but let's just start this one. Sometime in my elementary school we had a substitute professor who was teaching geography and he had some big shoes to fill in as the professor that was absent was pretty loved. He was Michael, young and new in this business. So he came all friendly, a bit confused and all over the place, but very nice. He also told us we could call him only by his first name which was a huge difference to all other teachers and professors. And we were about 12 years old at the time. It was kinda weird so we kept calling him 'professor' whenever we needed him. Although I kinda missed the old one, I really liked Michael. And I think he liked me. Not only me, but I always did my homework, I did good in his class so he liked that.
One time we were given pair assignments and my friend's any mine was to write a paper on Cyprus and present it to the class. This was going on for few weeks before we had to do it. We've already listened to about half the class and we saw how everybody was doing it. We all had posters and papers in front of us to read all the stats and information we're supposed to present. Nobody was good at presenting in 6th grade.
So our turn came and my friend didn't show up to school that day (I forgot the reason why) so I asked my other friend if she could just read those parts off a paper. She said she could so we came up front and started. As soon as I started reading, Michael stopped me and started yelling. He said we couldn't read anything. We should have learned it. I first had to defend my friend and explain to him why she knew nothing about that and why was she even there. Once that was cleared, I still had to defend myself. The whole class was confused because it was not how Michael usually reacted and, also, everybody else was also reading everything off papers. After few minutes that felt like ages, Michael told me to sit down and I never finished my presentation.
I acted all strong and just pissed off, but when I got home I started crying my eyes out. He yelled at me in front of everybody for something that wasn't my 'fault'. I told my parents what has happened, they went to school the other day and talked to my class professor and Michael. The next geography class, Michael invited me to stay a bit after class. Of course, my whole class stayed because we were noisy little creatures. He invited me closer to his desk and apologized saying "he shouldn't have reacted that way". I just said "OK, thank you".
I still have no idea what happened that day, but me and Michael were pretty good afterwards and I also called him by his first name few times in later grades. He then left our school after about 2 years. I've seen him few more times afterwards, just passing by.
What's your worst teacher/professor experience?