I quit my job.
Being self-employed, it was less conventional than handing in a resignation letter to your boss and giving your month’s notice. Rather, it was more like mulling the decision over in my mind for the past month… or six.
Even though I’d been thinking about quitting for a considerate amount of time, I guess it didn’t really hit me that I was actually doing it until I finished teaching my last class on the 31st of May, which went by as normal as it possibly could. That Wednesday evening, at the end of that final hour, I felt a little bittersweet; I was excited at the prospect of change, but I was also melancholic that this phase of my life is over. In the words of Rachel Green to Monica Geller: “I mean, it’s the end of an era!”
I’m going to miss all my students like crazy, be it the new ones who I’ve only been teaching for a few months, or the ones who have been with me since my very first class. In a way, those kids have been my partners in this journey; the ones who have been there through every step of the way. We laughed together and stressed over assignments and exams together, they’re the reason I had this job in the first place. Most importantly they’re the ones who made me fall in love with this job and made me realise that I want to keep teaching.
So why quit if I love my job so much?
Well, I started to recognise that if I’m to have any kind of advancement in my career, I’d need real classroom experience because while private tutoring certainly had its perks, it also had its own detriments. Plus, it couldn’t hurt to get to know other people in the field and catch up on all the professional networking I’ve been missing out on thus far.
This might be the quarter life crisis talking but there’s a certain uncertainty about quitting your 3-year job with nothing lined up, and there’s a certain thrill in that uncertainty. I have no idea what I’m gonna be doing or where I’m gonna be next month, and the possibility is endless – isn’t that exhilarating? Of course some might also say that it’s downright alarming; but I think when you’re still young, you should take uncertainty with a dose of positivity and faith. Faith that you’ll end up exactly where you’re meant to be at exactly the time you’re meant to be there.
Uncertainty can kill you or it can thrill you.
Ultimately, the choice is yours.
a/n: I wrote the draft for this at the end of May and was planning to post it in the first week of June, but because of one thing or another (read: job hunting stress) I got busy and didn’t have time to proofread and finalise it till now (OK, maybe that’s just a bad excuse and I just got lazy and procrastinated a lot – unemployment can do that to you ha.. ha..) Since then I have actually landed a job so my future is consequently a little less uncertain than what’s conveyed in this article, but the point I wanted to put across is still relevant so it’s all good *^.^*