Little blog

     From September to November, that is a long time. It means that I have been a working people for more than two months, not a student any more!

     This job make me tired out. So busy! I have to say. But no one to complain to. Everyone say that I have found a good job---I can have more money, more opportunities not only for now but also for the future. So I have to be happy with myself and not have the right to complain about. I have to appreciate the god to give me such a job.

     Um...,in fact, I don't want to complain, just like what I have said before "Complaining will become a bad habbit" and I don't want to be such a kind of person.

     Sometimes, I am suspicious of this job's suitability for me, or the suitability of myself for the job. I went for the education of university and then I graduated successfully and was supposed for the educaion of senior schools---not the primary schools. I don't familiar with the primary students. I am not that kind of lively people that will make these children happy. I always regard them as the junior students even as the senior students. I have tried my best. But it doesn't pays off. I not a good teacher for the primary students although I got an "A"  during my educational practice in a senior school. I don't know how to teach them, and what's worse, I don't know what to teach. No one can help me, I have to grope off for the so-called experience by myself. BUT I find a terrible thing--- I have NOT patience any more. All the things in this school make me bored and tired. A feeling always hounds me---helpless. And this feeling is so strong that An idea even rises up that I want to quit this  job. But what esle can I do---TO be a tranlator or as the foreign trade worker.  My head is aching.  "My parents will worry about me" ---I always use it as an excuse. But the real reason is that I have no confidence in myself. I am afraid that I am unable to deal with the complexing relationship between the employer and the employee and also that beteen  wokers. And I also worry about my professional knowledge.
English is my Achilles Heel. AND confidence is my Achilles Heel!

    I don't know whether I have to persevere in this job.
To be a teacher or not to be a teacher----That is a question! A big question!