When I took the job, there were a million things I was running from. Really though, it all boiled down to an incessant need to breathe. Every second scraped at my skin and itched at my throat. I was desperate, and I knew desperation lead to stupidity. So I saw the chance to breathe and I took it. Was I qualified? Definitely not. Was I biting off way more than I could chew? Saying yes was the understatement of the century.
I left two stable jobs, a free of rent basement courtesy of my parents, and every good thing about my life. For a temporary job an ocean away.
God.
Stupid didn't even touch the amount of desperate that clawed at my insides.
I saw the position after jumping down a job listings rabbit hole, assumed it was fake, applied anyway, and was shocked to find it not only legitimate, but wholly and completely mine.
Apparently they were desperate too.
How on earth a global, multi-million dollar boy band couldn't find an English teacher was beyond me. Surely, there were actually certified and willing tutors out there, and the fact that they just couldn't seem to find one caused more than just a little doubt to take root.
Sure, I was a part-time kindergarten teacher, and I tutored more young'uns on the side, but I was far from qualified in the art of teaching worldwide celebrities how to speak a different language. I might have taken an interest in phonics and linguistics in college, but then I dropped out and proceeded to do absolutely nothing with my life.
I guess they were as desperate as I was.
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English Education
FanfictionA desperate kindergarten assistant runs away from her problems by moving halfway across the world and subsequently finding a brand new set of problems to run from, including one named Min Yoongi.
