NEWS
So... remember when I said that I would start making real posts when something interesting in my life actually happened? Well I somehow forgot to mention something. It's small, really, and almost not worth the mention.
My brother moved to Australia on Friday. Possibly forever.
D'oh. Thank god he doesn't read this thing or else he might be offended.
I remember getting the call while I was still in England. My brother, after wanting to become an urban planner for years, suddenly decided that he wanted to become a teacher. I think the incredulity in my voice when I responded may or may not have mad him a little angry.
If I was to choose one career that would suit my brother the least, being a teacher would be near the top of that list. My brother is very smart and has a bank of knowledge when it comes to all things geography. However, his ability to relay information to somebody is almost as bad as mine. More than that, my brother is probably the least patient person I know and is terribly awkward around kids. He wants to teach in a high school, so the kids aren't as whiny and clingy, but still. When somebody doesn't understand what he is trying to get across, he gets really condescending and impatient.
But... whatever. I'm sure he'll learn all about that while in teachers college. In Australia. You see, Australia is known to have some of the best teachers colleges in, like, the world. They also have a massive demand for teachers at the moment. Since my brother and I both have Australian citizenship, my brother could quite possibly find a job in Australia immediately and stay there forever.
You can imagine how well this fact went over with my mom. You should know that seeing my mom cry is a very rare event indeed. However, when it was finally time to say goodbye to my brother at the airport, she was such a mess. Tears, snot, jarring breaths, more tears. My dad, on the other hand, was so excited for him that he was almost bouncing up and down (my dad is Australian, if it makes a difference). I gave him an awkward brother-hug and wished him well and... off he went.
The drive home was so terrible. My mom couldn't stop crying. I can't imagine saying goodbye to your child, knowing that the next time you see him may be years and years away. He's just so far away and it's so expensive to get there. I feel really bad for my mom. I guess I'll just have to shower her with love while he's gone.
I know you're not reading this, but good luck, Noah!
P.S. I really need to start editing my entries before I post them. I keep finding the most embarrassing typos, silly misspellings and poor grammar.
-_-
My brother moved to Australia on Friday. Possibly forever.
D'oh. Thank god he doesn't read this thing or else he might be offended.
I remember getting the call while I was still in England. My brother, after wanting to become an urban planner for years, suddenly decided that he wanted to become a teacher. I think the incredulity in my voice when I responded may or may not have mad him a little angry.
If I was to choose one career that would suit my brother the least, being a teacher would be near the top of that list. My brother is very smart and has a bank of knowledge when it comes to all things geography. However, his ability to relay information to somebody is almost as bad as mine. More than that, my brother is probably the least patient person I know and is terribly awkward around kids. He wants to teach in a high school, so the kids aren't as whiny and clingy, but still. When somebody doesn't understand what he is trying to get across, he gets really condescending and impatient.
But... whatever. I'm sure he'll learn all about that while in teachers college. In Australia. You see, Australia is known to have some of the best teachers colleges in, like, the world. They also have a massive demand for teachers at the moment. Since my brother and I both have Australian citizenship, my brother could quite possibly find a job in Australia immediately and stay there forever.
You can imagine how well this fact went over with my mom. You should know that seeing my mom cry is a very rare event indeed. However, when it was finally time to say goodbye to my brother at the airport, she was such a mess. Tears, snot, jarring breaths, more tears. My dad, on the other hand, was so excited for him that he was almost bouncing up and down (my dad is Australian, if it makes a difference). I gave him an awkward brother-hug and wished him well and... off he went.
The drive home was so terrible. My mom couldn't stop crying. I can't imagine saying goodbye to your child, knowing that the next time you see him may be years and years away. He's just so far away and it's so expensive to get there. I feel really bad for my mom. I guess I'll just have to shower her with love while he's gone.
I know you're not reading this, but good luck, Noah!
P.S. I really need to start editing my entries before I post them. I keep finding the most embarrassing typos, silly misspellings and poor grammar.
-_-