Money Vs. Happiness

Apparently money doesn't equal happiness, right? But, without money, Ryan can't travel the world. If Ryan can't travel the world, he is not happy. So for Ryan to be happy, he needs money. To get money, Ryan works as a kindergarten teacher in Taiwan. Teaching kindergarten does not make Ryan very happy If Ryan wants to be happy, he needs to stop teaching Kindergarten If Ryan quits kindergarten, then he has no money No money means Ryan cannot travel the world Ryan must keep teaching kindergarten so that he has money to travel the world and be happy but Ryan wants to kill himself every day at kindergarten. Thoughts of death: Not very happy. Problem. So my memory of deductive and inductive arguments from Philosophy 101 is a little sketchy, and I don't know if my justification is valid, but I quit my Kindergarten job yesterday. Saying goodbye to more than a third of my income is going to sting a little, but I couldn't put up with it anymore. The age old 'money vs happiness' debate has been running through my head for the last month, and has nearly driven me to the edge of insanity, so I did something about it. I am not cut out to be a kindergarten teacher. I know this now. And, I am especially not meant to be an ESL kindergarten teacher in a horribly run school where chaos seems to be what they strive to achieve. No help from Chinese teachers, kids that don't understand a word I say, no communication or instruction from the boss, a curriculum that doesn't work, and an expectation that Ryan is supposed to hold the attention of, control and teach a class of 20 children of all different English abilities shit they don't want to learn all at the same time while breaking up fights, consoling sobbing children, singing songs, teaching phonics, getting sneezed on right in the face, and hearing TEACHER! TEACHER! TEACHER! TEACHER! being screamed by every single kid that wants my attention that i cannot give them because I'm too busy trying to stop one little hell child from running around the room destroying and making a mess of anything he can find. This is how I start my days. Or rather, it was how i started my days. I came to the conclusion that keeping that job just for the money so I could take off in June and travel the world just wasn't worth it. I'd rather coast by on my part time job that still gives me ample money to live comfortably, pay off student loans, and still save money. it wasn't worth my sanity to continue putting myself through 2 hours of stress every morning. I might regret it when come June I have $3000 less money in my bank account, but I'll deal with that then. My Grade 4 teaching job gives me enough stress as it is, and i have chosen to focus on it instead. I'll have my mornings free to do whatever I like, and I've decided to take up photography. I'll have more time to figure out a way to get through to my grade 4 class, which I am attempting to repair the damage of two years worth of teachers who gave them no discipline, taught them nothing, and obviously let them do whatever the hell they wanted while showing no signs of respect whatsoever. They bitch about doing work, complain about everything, and think I'm a horrible person because i make them follow rules. Yesterday I made a little girl leave school sobbing into her fathers arms because I wouldn't let her get away with mischievously hide her spelling test score from her parents, and I got a death threat from my student has serious rage issues and who I am convinced is going to commit murder in his lifetime. Student: "Teacher Ryan, I am going to kill you" Me: "Johnson! I don't ever want to hear something like that joked about in this classroom ever again!" Student: "I am not Joking" Yeah, so I remember the repercussions I faced in Grade 6 when I called ms Fanzega a bum. I don't even want to think about what would have happened to me If i yelled death threats at a teacher. Anyway, the bottom line is my most recent update to report to the masses is that i am now no longer a kindergarten teacher. Just a part time ESL teacher with a lot more time on his hands, a lot less stressed, with a little less cash to burn. But I'm feeling pretty happy.