I am 20 years old. I have a part-time job. I doubt that’s what I’ll be doing for the rest of my life. Summarizing texts gets old.
Anyway, I have long been interested in languages. More particularly, I have long wanted to learn German and Russian. Of course, around here it’s basically impossible. I’d have to go back to Montreal, which is not a problem at all for me.
I never really think about working in that field. It’s probably because the first thing that comes to mind is teaching and that’s something I really don’t want to do. Me, teach? I would beg for ten seconds in front of the classroom before running off. My mother, however, told me of something else. She knows someone who’s son has learned Russian and now works for the Canadian embassy in Russia.
This has been running through my mind ever since she said that. First, learn languages, which, in itself, is fun. I love being able to understand different languages. Second, travel! If I were to speak French, English and German, many doors would be open to me. Or rather, many countries.
Oh the possibilities!