Yesss! a blog is born

What is a blog? Baba is probably contemplating that question right now....

It's an easy way for me to post messages about what is happening in my life and keep everyone updated on my shenanigans. It is also a way for me to spend my days, wondering what I will write next.



So how did this craziness begin? How did I end up in France? And what am I doing here?

Let me begin....

Last year I was in Teachers' College, and as I sat through another absolutely useless lecture about classroom management or Piaget (I'm not sure), I had an epiphany.


I don't think I'm ready to be a teacher.


Right around this time the panic started to set in. Everyone around me was always talking about teaching, or preparing lessons or how they couldn't wait to apply for boards. Not that these things didn't interest me, but everyone else was so much more enthusiastic about teaching. So many people had given up different careers to become teachers. People couldn't wait to get out of Teachers' College to start their careers. Uh, gulp? Career, isn't that like 35 to 40years? Sounds like a prison sentence.

I had never been out of the city for more than a few weeks at a time, and now I could potentially be tied downed here until I retired.


I threw myself into school (ok, maybe not completely if you ask Liana), volleyball and enjoying what little time I had left in the free world (all those Wednesday and Saturday nights at Faces... oh how I wasted my undergrad studying). I could feel the time slipping through my fingers like water.

One night, I finally broke down and told my mom the truth. I didn't think I wanted to teach. At least not yet. She asked me what I wanted to do instead. The truth? Play volleyball. And get paid for it. She asked me if this was possible. It is possible, just not in North America.

At this point she shocked me.

"Do it." she said

Huh? I did not expect mymother to be the main proponent for stepping off the career path. If you know her you might say it seemed out of character.

Check off step one in the Euro plan. Get demi-parental support.