Notes On Love And English Teaching Degree Essay
Love (noun): “I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.”
The next morning, we attempted to apply for jobs to teach at a school. Early on we had decided that we wanted to teach at the same at the same school, despite each of us teaching different types of education. Blake had a PDHPE degree for teaching high school and I had a history and English teaching degree.
"I don 't understand. Why don 't you both just teach at different schools?" Eliza said, over at our house for some reason, despite it being a Saturday and her having work.
Blake rolled his eyes and submitted one of his forms to a school a few streets away. "It would just be easier. Saving petrol, saving money. And besides, it 'd be fun."
"Are you guys seriously worried about money? You just bought a massive double story house with a pool and you have tons of money left" she pointed out, stabbing at her omelette with a ferocity I had not seen out of her in a while.
I took the laptop out of Blake 's hands and started to fill out my own form for the same school. "You feeling okay?"
"I told Michael about being a surrogate mother for you two and he got really angry. He called you guys faggots, so I broke it off with him" she explained. Michael was her boyfriend, who she had…