I kind of stumbled into teaching.

I started teaching private English lessons when I first arrived in Italy because I needed money to do things like eat and pay rent…but it was just temporary.

Then I started teaching English at companies to businessmen…but just because it was more secure pay than private lessons.

Until I somehow agreed to teach English part-time in an elementary school. I had been in Italy for seven months, didn’t know what I wanted to do, didn’t want a full time job (aka traditional hours) and knew that I like children.

It was only after I started that I realized that I had been called to teaching in some form for much longer. When I was 16 I started by teaching swim lessons to children and adults at the YMCA. I had swim team practice there, was a strong swimmer and it was close to home. It was just a high-school job, but still to this day I consider it one of my best. I loved working with the kids, having a job that allowed me to move and the satisfaction of finally seeing them swim.

In college I worked in the Office of Education Abroad, advising students on their study abroad trips; Where to go, what to do, how to choose and how to pay. I had just come back from the time of my life in Florence and it was all I could think about. It was close, about travel and I could do my homework in between appointments. I didn’t think anything of it, but I liked that I could help them out with something I was so passionate about and genuinely excited when they finally committed to go abroad.

The mom of an old boyfriend used to tell me she thought I should be a teacher. I was still looking at colleges but had basically decided on journalism and I had no idea why she said that. She had never seen me teach and I had never expressed a desire to, so I just chalked it up to the fact that she was a teacher and nothing else. I remembered her insistence when, over five years since that conversation, I came to Italy and started teaching.

I was hired on a Wednesday and started that Monday. The 10 hours jumped to 12 in the first day and by the end of the week I was at 15. Now I rush home to plan lessons during lunch before heading out to teach private lessons until late evening. I’ve turned down movie night more than once because I was hours deep into lesson plan research. I’ve had high school teachers praising me for “joining the club!” and I realize, I guess I really am a teacher.

Sometimes you plan to do something your entire life, then you get out into the real world and realize that seemingly insignificant things, like not having to commute or having flexible hours, are more important to you than actually working in your planned field.

It can’t all be planned – the important part is realizing that. How many people don’t work in the field they prepared for? Think of the traveler attitude, the put-together-enough person who accepts changes because they are inevitable, because travel plans, like life plans, go awry.

I don’t know if it’s what I’ll do forever. I don’t know if I want to do it forever. I do know that I’m doing it now, and that I care.

Every time I’m able to explain a new concept, I’m as satisfied as if I had understood it myself. Every time a lesson plan falls through, though the kids have no idea that lessons are even planned, I feel guilt for letting them down. Finding the right language to use so that the children will understand, going through crazy gestures and scenes to get your point across with no thought of embarrassment, fighting the ever constant mini-crisis that 7 year olds seem to so often have – it’s exhausting, and more than satisfying.

What did you plan, in travel or life, that went awry? 

Written by ginamussio



Gina, I have told you before but I really enjoy reading your blog. I think this is a great Monday inspiration!. I am trying to find teaching jobs or something to pay rent and eat. Any tips? You’re doing great and keep it up!


Thank you so much Kaylyn! I started just by putting an ad offering english lessons on the internet (ebay.com) with some basic information, but I would also suggest to be sure that you’re prepared with some basic structure for English lessons or by only offering conversation classes (especially if there’s a language barrier!) and to just go for it!!

Gina Peart

As I was cleaning the chicken coop this morning I thought of your post. Oh yes, I had my whole life planned out. My senior year I took a 3 hour IOE (intensive office education) class, I would work as a secretary, get married have 3 children (4 if I was blessed) and live happily ever after! Life plans don’t go the way we sometimes hope. My life has been much more exciting not knowing what would happen and I think that Is just the way it is suppose to be. I know you are a great teacher! I can just picture you in the classroom using your hands and flashing that pretty smile! LOVE your blog. Love you too, Aunt Gina


I agree Aunt Gina. It’s strange readjusting our mindsets, but I think that’s just the way it’s supposed to be! They say if you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans…


Love your blog! Always inspiring.

As far as plans gone awry – I always thought I’d move to a big city like New York upon graduating from OU. Nay. After interning there for a few months (and seeing you!), I decided it wasn’t for me. I took a job close to home for a bit, and now I’m getting ready to move to Washington state to try my hand at something new. Never ever thought I’d say that. I guess things don’t always go as planned, but I kind of like it better that way.

Keep up the good work!


Thanks for commenting Sarah! I had no idea you decided it wasn’t for you!! Though I can tell you I did the same (we have that Athens blood in us – we need greenery!!) Washington? That sounds great!!

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[…] After a few months doing odd jobs and programs, I found work in an Italian public school very near to my home. They had just started a bilingual program in their school and wanted native speakers on staff. The program followed the CLIL teaching method, meaning that the classic material taught to elementary school students would be taught in English, just as if they were American students. Meaning that in theory I’m not teaching English (they have Italian teachers who still teach one hour of English grammar every week) but I’m teaching math, geography, science, music, art in English.  […]


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