Finding more questions than answers

What I’m learning most in trying to prepare myself for this move from Korea to Vietnam is that everyone on the internet is an idiot. Including me, adding this drivel to an already information-laden cauldron of steaming mixed messages.

Side note: Took an embarrassingly large number of attempts to spell “cauldron” correctly. With Google’s help.

There is so many places to look for advice, but there are some really key pieces missing. For example, I have NO IDEA what an actual day teaching in Vietnam looks like. I hear stories (like 50 kids in an un-airconditioned room all screaming for your attention for an hour), but that can’t be the same experience for everyone or NO ONE would ever stay there. Or at least, any sane person. You can do “cover classes” (rock into a school last minute to fill in for a teacher that has the day off), but I don’t know what that experience is like either.

And does everyone work every day? Is finding a job (or jobs, as it seems to go in Vietnam) with two consecutive days off just a myth? Then what about the people I hear about that only work three days out of the seven? HOW DID THEY DO THAT?

Worse than the missing information is the conflicting messages. Hooooo-boy, howdy. From visas to expectations, there is a lot of differing opinions out there. From whether or not you should even go (from “job market is saturated – don’t bother”, through to “it’s a job-seekers paradise”), to where to go in Vietnam (not just Saigon vs. Hanoi, but toss in all the wee places in between), and anything else you can imagine.

Everyone’s experience is different, even when it is the same. I’m trying to keep that in mind as I sort through all the websites, posts, and whatever else I get my mitts on to try and figure out what I’m doing here.

I’m going to try my best to keep the blog all diary-style for the first bit that I’m in Vietnam. It may be useful as a) my memory isn’t what it used to be, and looking back could be awesome, b) my husband won’t be with me so I’ll have a full account of what I’m going through so he’s forewarned before he arrives, and c) maybe there are others out there that are curious what it feels like to take this journey from the plane landing to the point at which you sort of relax into it and think “okay, this is my life now”.

 

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