I have a pretty generic name in my hometown of Atlanta, GA, but in France it makes life a little complicated. It is tortured every single day; spelled wrong, mispronounced, utterly butchered. I think that’s why I love France. She keeps me on my toes, reminds me what it’s like not to fit in. I have an enormous passion for history and culture, for finding out why people are the way they are. Language learning fell right into step with my love of people, along with teaching and seeing the world.
I am a French teacher by trade. 2015 was my first year with my very own classroom. What a rude awakening. I loved my students dearly, but the 60-hour workweek, endless mountains of papers to grade, and constant flow of angry parent emails diminished the joy I got from the quintessential “aha!” moment. I needed a break. I needed time to make sure it was what I really wanted. And why not travel along the way? I finished out the year, and set off on another European adventure. I’m still teaching here in France, but with a lot less stress.
I’ve had several kinds of jobs. I’ve been in retail, sales, the medical field, even produce. I always find my way back to teaching. During the summer, I work as a camp counselor at Concordia Language Villages in northern Minnesota. I love anything that gives me the chance for mobility. I am traveling a lot this year, and have travelled around much of the United States and Europe. I believe I have something to contribute to this world, and maybe while I am wandering around I will discover what exactly that might be.
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My work has been featured in the following publications…
Travelicious Australia: Besançon France: Coffee, Cheese, and Victor Hugo