Are you ready for a giantly awesome tale? Let’s hand it over to Treen to read the story of the first 34 years of her teaching traveling life!
My name is Katrina and I come from the eastern suburbs of Melbourne, Australia. I escaped from the suburbs as quickly as I could. One year into my Bachelor of Arts degree, I bought my dream car, a Combi Volkswagon pop top camper, and with $200 to my name set off around Australia.
This journey of odd jobs (packing meat, picking fruit, cleaning rooms, receptionist, etc.) and beautiful places lasted a few years before heading off for my first backpacking adventure overseas, to the madness of India and then to England (with $200 in my pocket again) for another journey of odd jobs and budget trips through different places in Europe.
Once I returned to Australia, I decided to go back to University to settle down to finish my Arts Degree, almost 10 years after I first began, majoring in Anthropology and Sociology at Latrobe in Melbourne.
I loved every minute of it. I loved being a “mature aged student,” sitting up the front of lectures, lapping it up, reading everything I could get my hands on, researching and learning. It broadened my horizons and gave shape and history to my confused mind about the state of the world and of my own culture.
At this stage, I really didn’t want to become another Arts student who ended up as a teacher; my mind was too full of ideas to go back to the classroom. But after a 6 month wait to start my Honours, I worked in a government office with many pale and mildly depressed post-graduates. No wonder, as it was the “Social Security Appeals Tribunal” where destitute people would come to my desk and say, “Help me, they cut off my payments and I don’t know how to feed my family!” and my only response was allowed to be, “Fill in this form and in 2 to 3 weeks someone can help you.” Not a great position.
So I reevaluated my life and decided, half-heartedly (or less than that – maybe one-eighth-heartedly) to do my “Dip Ed” to be a high school teacher. I figured that if I decided to become a teacher I could travel around the world, have lots of holidays and make better money than working as a temp.
There is no other way to put it except to say that that year stunk. I hated the idea of becoming a teacher, I was a hopeless teacher on my teaching rounds as I hated talking in public, and it was just difficult to go back to school.