Saying Farewell [closed]
Jun 7, 2011 22:35:22 GMT -5
Post by Caden Cameron on Jun 7, 2011 22:35:22 GMT -5
So this was it. She had all of her belongings that she'd placed in her classroom in three small bags. Yeah, she sort of was a minimalist, but it looked kind of pathetic. This was, of course, only a wee bit of her stuff, the rest of the essentials were in her quaint apartment only a half of an hour's walk away from the school. It had been only a few months into her internship that she realized that teaching wasn't really for her. She had tried to get the students involved, but all but one of them was a jerk. Yes, she just did call her students jerks, after all, there wasn't that much of a difference between them to sound too odd.
Okay so maybe she had a bad attitude about it all. It had kind of made her more of a bitter person than she wanted to be, which was one of the contributing factors as to why she was leaving. Caden, of course, had to not only report to the dean here at Hammel of her planned absence, but also alert her university that she would be leaving both places. Caden had had enough of this all, realizing teaching wasn't her strong suit, and instead figured it would benefit her more if she went into translation. She already knew all of the languages that anyone could think up, as long as they were either written down or spoken to her, so there she would pass any level of language test she'd need, and be able to take the other courses for her major, most likely graduating in less than three years. That was the plan anyways. And where would she be going, one might ask? Well, with her skill and a bit of money saved up for a rainy day, Caden had already applied and been accepted to New York University. This meant that she'd be leaving behind everything she'd known to start fresh, but not for the first time. Her family was used to moving around, or at least moving her around as they got situated with themselves. Caden approached change with a breath of fresh air. She'd be able to live on campus, as it was actually cheaper than trying to find a place in the city, attend school full-time, perhaps pick up a job somewhere close by to pay for any extra bills, and forget this whole town. Although it was the place she spent a good chunk of her time at, it wouldn't be the last. Caden was born to travel, and venture she would.
She had just signed three of the papers finalizing her exit at Hammel, spoken kind words to the dean explaining her situation in the most diplomatic of terms as she could muster, and was waiting for a printed copy for her own personal records. As if she'd have something to look back on in case she had any regrets. If it was true that the average person changes career paths five times during their lifetime, she was already ahead of the rest, and knew in her heart that as long as she didn't have to teach anyone anything, she'd be fine and dandy.
Picking up the sheets from the secretary, she smiled and nodded her last farewell to the office, swung a bag over her shoulder, and toted the other two towards her bicycle, waiting outside. She threw the other two in her basket, kicked up her kickstand, and took one last glance at the school. The architecture sure was nice for this sort of place, but she wasn't really going to miss it more than the next thing. Caden was a traveling type. This sort of change excited her. Some people were meant to stay here forever, and they'd be fine with that, but she was different, and needed change. Here she had it, and wasn't looking back. She hopped on her bike and road off towards her apartment to gather her things for the train ride over to NYC tomorrow morning. Not one backwards glance was made. She was ready to start again, a nice, clean, fresh start in the right direction.
Okay so maybe she had a bad attitude about it all. It had kind of made her more of a bitter person than she wanted to be, which was one of the contributing factors as to why she was leaving. Caden, of course, had to not only report to the dean here at Hammel of her planned absence, but also alert her university that she would be leaving both places. Caden had had enough of this all, realizing teaching wasn't her strong suit, and instead figured it would benefit her more if she went into translation. She already knew all of the languages that anyone could think up, as long as they were either written down or spoken to her, so there she would pass any level of language test she'd need, and be able to take the other courses for her major, most likely graduating in less than three years. That was the plan anyways. And where would she be going, one might ask? Well, with her skill and a bit of money saved up for a rainy day, Caden had already applied and been accepted to New York University. This meant that she'd be leaving behind everything she'd known to start fresh, but not for the first time. Her family was used to moving around, or at least moving her around as they got situated with themselves. Caden approached change with a breath of fresh air. She'd be able to live on campus, as it was actually cheaper than trying to find a place in the city, attend school full-time, perhaps pick up a job somewhere close by to pay for any extra bills, and forget this whole town. Although it was the place she spent a good chunk of her time at, it wouldn't be the last. Caden was born to travel, and venture she would.
She had just signed three of the papers finalizing her exit at Hammel, spoken kind words to the dean explaining her situation in the most diplomatic of terms as she could muster, and was waiting for a printed copy for her own personal records. As if she'd have something to look back on in case she had any regrets. If it was true that the average person changes career paths five times during their lifetime, she was already ahead of the rest, and knew in her heart that as long as she didn't have to teach anyone anything, she'd be fine and dandy.
Picking up the sheets from the secretary, she smiled and nodded her last farewell to the office, swung a bag over her shoulder, and toted the other two towards her bicycle, waiting outside. She threw the other two in her basket, kicked up her kickstand, and took one last glance at the school. The architecture sure was nice for this sort of place, but she wasn't really going to miss it more than the next thing. Caden was a traveling type. This sort of change excited her. Some people were meant to stay here forever, and they'd be fine with that, but she was different, and needed change. Here she had it, and wasn't looking back. She hopped on her bike and road off towards her apartment to gather her things for the train ride over to NYC tomorrow morning. Not one backwards glance was made. She was ready to start again, a nice, clean, fresh start in the right direction.
