“There are no shortcuts in life.”

Do you ever say something universal about yourself, that may be untrue, but you say it regardless? As if maybe it was just something you needed to hear? The other day I went for a run and ended up climbing this crazy steep hill. As I’m Rocky montage-ing this mountain, I internally monologue to myself,…

“Grow yourself.”

Isn’t it strange how whenever you’re in a foreign place, you, for a second, think you see someone you know? Like why in the hell would my co-worker be in this exact mall in Italy? Or ‘Yeah, sure that annoying girl from my college is here with a huge group of people (as if that…

“You need to find your big voice.”

Where did we last leave me? The last time I blogged was at the end of my first full term of teaching, as of today, I have finished another half-term. If you’re still confused by the UK term break down, in lament’s terms, I have actually completed half of my first year of teaching. I…

“Everyone has their own journey and this was part of yours.”

I had a little reprieve two weeks ago, when this bi-weekly blog was due, because I thought why not just wait until the term is over to do a nice “Here’s What I Learned These Past Three Months…” recap. It has been a wild ride from landing here in the beginning of September to now,…

“Gets me every time.”

Hey, everybody, welcome to yet another installment of “Max Tries to Survive His First Year of Teaching in a Different Country.” It’s hard to give one word summaries of how two weeks have been, because things have been on an uptick, but the bad and the good seem to go hand-in-hand. For instance, if you…

“But here I am.”

Welcome back, when we last left me I was having a bit of a rough go of it, so I’m happy to share with you the first of my ‘hopping around Europe’ stints, Edinburgh, Scotland. For context, this trip to Scotland was a last minute thing where Fahmara invited me on a Thursday, I bought my ticket…

“It’ll be uncomfortable.”

Last spring, when I began the whole process of securing a job overseas, I met with my advisor/professor/mentor/friend for advice on my UK pursuit. She’s young, cool, intelligent, and also lived and taught in Ireland for five years, so she seemed like the ideal person to get a second opinion on what it would be…

“How come you came to the UK?”

Since I post this blog bi-weekly, it’s always interesting looking back on my notes from the previous, less recent week. I’ll read them and think, “Oh, that’s how I felt about that? Lol, well anyway, here’s what’s hot right now in My Pysche…” For instance, in last week’s notes, I compared getting better at lesson…

“If you’re a dick, you’re a dick.”

The above quote is from my co-worker/new friend Fahmara about how she thinks that your history, your identities, everything you’ve experienced, doesn’t really matter, that in the end, how you interact with other people, how you share yourself with the world, is what really defines you, that if you’re a dick, well, then you’re just…