Re: a rural girl's monologue: what's the use of going to college?
in October, I found my first part-time job in life. When I saw the recruitment notice posted on the library door, I saw the phone call. The other side said, sorry to have found someone. I hung up the phone, I was not willing to send her a message: sister, not to interfere with your decision, but, in case, if there is an accident, please be sure to consider me. Later, I really got the job and worked as an English teacher for a girl for four years.
reminiscent of the four years, participating in the student union, participating in associations, participating in a variety of activities and competitions, finding more part-time jobs, filling up their lives, like a plant that has just been transplanted, trying to put every root deeply into the earth with a disregard of bigotry and courage. Stand up with your own strength.
my four year university, really, it's wonderful.
the story here, do you think the next is the hot blood of ordinary people? I'm sorry to disappoint you.
in June 2013 I dragged my suitcase to Dalian, living in a 5 square meter compartment, working as an internship in a "pits" early teaching company, doing business planning and doing a translation, doing a fool's writing for a female boss on a whim, working overtime every day until 9:30 in the evening, and after two months, I left, to another public. The Department is the front desk.
I haven't figured out why I was chosen because I know clearly that my looks are unacceptable. Fortunately, the front desk of this company is not to develop vases, to do a lot of administrative affairs, and there are many opportunities for job transfer. I said to myself, let's start from the trivial things and start with the delivery of tea and water.
it was ironic to think about it. When I didn't want to read it in 2008, my mother talked to me about arranging me in the post work. I told her that I didn't make a month of distributing newspaper letters every day to make a little money. I didn't think that six years later, it was a prophecy. It was half a year. Most of my work was to distribute newspapers and letters every day and make a little money a month.