Some Serious Stuff

So for the most part I expected to write only about fun and lighthearted fluffy things on this blog. But of course life never works out that way. UGHHH

I started my internship earlier this week. I'm pretty sure this is going to be my last week at it. So what did go wrong, exactly?

For starters, I took this internship because I wanted to get a good idea what education was like in Germany, specifically bilingual education. A Deutsch-English Kindergarten seemed like a good fit, though I would have preferred older kids.

In the end that was just the problem. The kids at the Kindergarten, at 2, 3, and 4 years of age, are just too young. I feel less like an intern and more like a snack distributor and babysitter. I like little kids just fine, but this is so so so not what I was looking for. There's no "lessons" or "learning" going on (rightfully so) at this age. It's like nursery school. I am not really into doing three days a week of this, unpaid. It's exhausting work, and I didn't look forward to going there on the days I had it earlier this week.

I tend to be a stick-it-out kind of person, but I don't like the idea of dreading the times I have to go to my internship (currently Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday) while I'm here in Freiburg. Time goes by too fast, tomorrow it will have already been one month since I arrived in Europe. I don't want to be willing the weeks to go by while I'm here. I want to enjoy and savor absolutely every moment of it.

So I'm ultimately pretty bummed about the whole thing. I badly wanted to enjoy the internship and for it to work out. I feel bad too- everyone at the school has been nice and the kids are friggin' cute. I'm going to think about it the next few days, but I'm pretty certain that I will end up leaving. Which brings us to my next problem. How to quit? Do I tell them my real reasons for leaving or do I make up a nice little excuse about not getting credit for it after all so I'm sorry I wanted to work here but I can't? Everyone who I've talked to has been telling me to tell the truth. After all, I have real, legit and perfectly reasonable grounds for leaving. I know this is right. In the end, I'm not sure what I'll do- give them the nice little planned out excuse or tell the the truth. Either way, I'm seriously dreading it.