So what's been happening in my life? Well, since graduating from Cedar Crest College I searched high and low for a job in the field of writing. Of course, not everything works out as planned. So, did I end up using my English degree? Absolutely! I might not have found a job in writing, but I am doing something I love just as much!
While looking for a suitable job online, I stumbled across a "Work from home" job I couldn't ignore! Working from home has been fantastic since I’m now expecting my first baby. I always wanted to be a stay at home mom, and now I can! And you can too!
What is this job? Is it legit? Well, the job description is simple, teaching English! And yes, it's very legit. I teach for two different Chinese companies teaching English to children. Company 1 is called Qkids English and it's amazing!
Interested in Qkids English? Here is a little info to help you decide if it’s right for you.
Requirements?
1. Must be from the US or Canada and a native English speaker.
2. Bachelors Degree or TESOL certification required.
3. Stable internet connection via Ethernet cable.
4. Can commit to being available 6 hours (12 classes) a week.
5. The application process is easy! Submit your application with a short video of yourself, schedule your interview, complete 2-5 trial classes, sign your contract! The contract is 6 months.
General information
1. You will be teaching Chinese students ages 5-12 using a user friendly and interactive platform designed by Qkids. The classes contain 1-4 students at a time. Each class is 30 minutes.
2. Base pay is $8 per 30 minutes ($16 an hour) with the ability to get a $1 performance bonus and $1 attendance bonus for each class taught. That’s $20 an hour! Working from home!
3. Hours are 6:40am-9:10am EST Monday through Sunday. Evening hours are 8:40pm-11:20pm EST Friday and Saturday.
4. Something suddenly came up? Cancel class penalty free up to 5 hours in advance.
5. It’s a complete work from home job perfect for moms, dads and college students!
Ready to sign up? Click this link and I’ll help you get started!
http://teacher.qkids.net/ref?code=XERQKU
Here is my video application from almost a year ago!
https://youtu.be/-exbHQXoJM0
To apply, just click the link below and put in your general information, education, a picture of your computer specs and a short 2 minute video. The video will include an intro where you discuss your experience and education, plus a fun reading of any children’s book! PLEASE reach out to me via email or my Teacher Jess Facebook page so I can help you through the application, interview, and trial classes!
Thoughts of Jessi Lynn
I am just a young writer blogging about my life, struggles and trying to figure out where I fit in. Each one to two weeks I will be posting book reviews for some of my favorite books as well as books I am currently reading.
Sunday, March 24, 2019
Wednesday, May 16, 2018
Familiar, Yet Strange
Snow angrily
cascaded down from the grey sky, it pounded the cabin with icy fists. The wintry
wind howled like a phantom against the kitchen windows as I made my way down
the claustrophobic hallway. I reached the area between the basement door and
the undersized living-room. The cold linoleum sent shivers from my bare feet
all the way up my spine. The bottom of my too long, red plaid pajama pants
tickled the top of my toes when I shuttered. I stepped into the room and let
the itchy green carpet warm up my lower half as I sighed.
The
commotion from the living-room beckoned me to leave the comfort of my temporary
room to find the source.
“Come
on, don’t fail me now,” my grandfather bellowed dramatically as he hit the side
of the T.V with his fist. His blue veins were seen through his almost
translucent skin and stretched over his pale knuckles. Static danced across the
large grey screen as he fussed over it. The bulky box was putting up a decent
fight.
I rolled
my eyes, “Popop, hitting it won’t help,” I said.
He scoffed and barely bothered to look my way.
“This, coming from the girl who used to blow inside her video game packs when
they didn’t work,” he mumbled.
“Cartridges, they are
called cartridges and blowing in them worked,” I defended. “Abusing the T.V
will only make things worse,” I said.
My
grandmother sucked in a breath and made a whistling sound with her teeth. That
was her way of acknowledging that she agreed with me. She was seated in the
brown, always squeaky, rocking chair in the corner. She was holding one of her
handheld Solitaire game and stared down at it through her half moon shaped
glasses.
I rolled
my eyes at my grandfather and snaked them back over towards the windows facing
the back of the cabin.
The wind
blew the snow in an almost horizontal direction. Large frozen flakes covered
the porch, but inside was warm. I thawed my icy feet on the prickly carpet that
still had darker streaks in some areas from the earlier vacuuming.
We
finally settled down after unpacking our things from our house in Allentown.
Being a typical day in the winter season, the sun had already begun to set at only
5:30pm. It left a beautiful array of yellows and oranges streaming through the
blinds.
“We are
lucky we got here before the snow really hammered down,” grandma said.
“Definitely,”
I said before I let a yawn escape my lips. The day had been long, and it felt oddly
anticlimactic considering I was in one of my favorite places on earth.
About two
times a year my family and I take a trip to our cabin in the Poconos, located
within walking distance from Lake Wallenpaupack. There is no cell phone
service, and only about twelve television channels. Despite this, we love it. Or at least we used to. Being
here always used to feel like a cozy hug from an old friend. The kind of friend
you could count on, even if you haven’t spoken in years.
The scenery here was beautiful all year around.
In the fall, loose leaves covered the trails, hiding them under a blanket of
bright colors. In the summer, the beauty of the lake could take my breath away.
The way it rippled in a light breeze made it looked like a stock photo
featuring a happy family fishing and smiling. I never got tired of staring at
the sun reflected in its surface. Unfortunately, the lake was now completely
frozen over. Sometimes, my grandfather, sister and I would walk across it to
the small islands located nearby. When we got tired of walking, my grandfather
would pull us behind him in our rust colored sled. The sled still has the
remains of my father’s initials JRH, written on the underside in faded black
sharpie.
Being in
the Delaware State Park, the cabin is about a 20-minute drive from any real
civilization, so my family doesn’t have a choice but to connect with each
other. When I was little, my sister and I would play games like “Guess who,”
Connect Four,” and, “SORRY.” If it was nice out, we would explore the woods
until my grandma called us back for lunch. Back before cell phones, we had to
rely on walkie talkies for communication. We were always warned, “Don’t go
farther then the last fishing dock near the park.”
What did
we do? We went so far past the park we could have reached New Jersey. Some of
the best memories were the summers I spent at the cabin. Despite the humidity,
ticks, and noxious smell of bug spray that never failed to somehow get in my
mouth.
Right
now, I was on winter break, so I had the next six days off. The cabin groaned
like a tired old man. It was built in the 70’s and always made some sort of
strange noise. Sometimes, when I waked on the carpet, it would make a crinkling
noise. That signature crunch under underfoot was as familiar to me as my own
voice.
I can
hear another sound, like a soft sigh, coming from the fridge in the kitchen as I
stood with my back facing it. I glanced in the direction over my right shoulder
before finally sitting on the brown sofa. The leather whined under my weight,
the spot was already indented from many years of use.
I curled
my feet under me as I sat beside my sister who was paying more attention to her
drawing pad than anything else.
She was two years older then me and her
stringy chestnut hair grazed the paper as she scribbled feverishly. The side of
her right hand was smeared with traces of graphite where her skin made contact
with the substance.
I leaned
my head against the back of the couch, the spot was still cold as it waited for
my body heat to warm its surface. The leather felt like smooth, milky skin
under my legs as I stared at the dusty ceiling fan. The gilded chain that hangs
from the light always makes a soft clink whenever it’s turned on. That sound
always reminded me of the summertime.
But now,
with the snow falling outside, the fan was dead still. If I concentrated, I could
hear the crackling of the firewood downstairs. The smell of the burning wood
wrapped around me like a blanket. The entire building was only about 700 square
feet. The cabin was so familiar, so why didn’t I feel the excitement like I
used to? I longed to pull out my cell phone and log into Myspace and connect
with my friends. The “No Signal” in the top corner left an itch I couldn’t
scratch.
“Ah ha.
I got it!” My grandfather said triumphantly as the T.V sputtered to life and
the picture of John O’ Hurley on Family Feud appeared on the screen.
That was
my last chance to escape back into my room until dinner. I didn’t have the “the
T.V isn’t working anyway” excuse anymore. If I got up now, my grandfathers accomplishment
and efforts would be for nothing.
A
gnawing started under my ribcage, the feeling of elation and relaxation that
usually washed over me failed to make an appearance. My computer was left
behind along with the cable box.
“I
better preheat the oven for dinner.” my grandmother stood up from her chair and
stretched her arms over her head. Her black Hush Puppies left little patterns
in the carpet with each step to the kitchen.
I loved
the time we had together here, and I loved how the cabin used to be more than
just wood and stone. It was laughter and tears, it was my childhood. The
gnawing sadness turned to guilt. Could I force myself to have a good time just
because I would feel bad if I didn’t have fun? I didn’t want my grandparents to
feel like I was too old to come to the cabin with them. And I certainly wasn’t
going to admit it to myself.
In four
days we would be packed up and heading back to the city anyway. I only felt
half ready to finish out the remainder of my sophomore year.
Just then,
the resonance of the cabin settling filled the room, it overshadowed the noise
of Family Feud. The hums and sighs echoed through the living room.
“It
sounds like the cabin is breathing,” my grandfather said as he sat down on the
sofa next to me.
I smiled
outwardly, but felt a frown developing deep within the roots of my face.
“Yes, it
does,” I forced.
No
matter how familiar and comforting these sounds were, something just didn’t
feel the same. The habitual smell of the burning firewood downstairs, the sound
of the cabin settling, or my grandfather sitting beside me didn’t make a
difference.
I missed
my friends, my boyfriend, and my phone service. Board games, exploring the
woods, and watching Family Feud didn’t seem all that appealing anymore. As I
listened to my grandmother fuss around putting a pizza into the oven, I
wondered, would the cabin ever feel the same again?
Friday, December 15, 2017
Flash fiction-Goodbye Stranger
It was well past 2am and the girls knew they shouldn’t
be awake, their parents would only get mad if they found out. The two girls
faced each other with matching expressions, both blonds, one thin the other a
little chubby.
“I don’t know why you always have to be so stupid all the time
Anna” the thin girl said to her heavier companion.
Anna, the larger girl,
opened her mouth to speak, her eyes held a plea for help. However, she was
interrupted by the sound of first girl scoffing as a tear began to form in Anna’s
blue eyes.
“See, this is what I mean, you are weak” the slender girl remarked.
She ran a hand through her long hair and backed away towards the bed.
The
second girl began to back up as well. The room they shared was small and held
very little personal items. A few volleyball trophies littered the dresser to the left. The weather outside was cold, causing the heat to
turn on and make the girls jump slightly. The jittery girls faced each other
again and the bony girl sighed and glared at her fatter partner.
“I know it’s
not always your fault, but I hate you” she said, tugging down her white
T-shirt, her hopeless attempt to cover her exposed hip bones.
Anna turned her head down too, as if she was looking
at her stomach in shame, but she remained silent. When the girls suddenly heard
footsteps walking down the hall, presumable towards the bathroom, both girls
froze. They brought a hand up to their lips to shush each other. The second
girl’s fingers were significantly more round then the first.
The thinner girl
always called them her “sausage fingers.” Her chubby arms had several rolls and
her cheeks puffed out whenever she moved her mouth. The smaller girl felt
disgusted, but Anna brought her hand down and looked to her left towards the
door.
Once the toilet flushed and the sound of the footsteps
began to disappear, they faced each other again. “You are always there bringing
me down, and just looking at you makes me sick” the thin girl began to get
angry now as the second girl looked frustrated but still hurt.
Anna opened her mouth to let out a
sob, causing her chins to fold up in an unsightly manner . Except, the sound
came from the beautiful, skinnier girl instead. Anna quickly closed her mouth
and tried to quiet down her sobs. Her attractive adversary suddenly became
angry and raised her fist at the heavier Anna. Feeling defenseless, Anna raised
her pudgy fist and tried to seem threatening. The first girl became angrier and
angrier until she finally brought her bony fist down onto the face of the
second girl.
The sound of the crash was louder then the girl
anticipated as she watched the glass crumble onto the floor, covered in splatters
of her own blood.
Nothing was left except the brass
frame and the wall on which the mirror was suspended. The emaciated girl looked
down at herself, grabbed onto her skin and cried. “Stupid, fat and weak” she
mumbled to herself before wrapping her hand with an old ripped T-shirt. She
thought she would feel better, but she somehow only felt worse.
Friday, October 27, 2017
The Great Gatsby- Book review #24
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald is considered a "classic novel." If you have ever gone to school, I'm sure you have heard of this book. The main plot of this book is about a man named Nick Caraway who meets a fascinating guy named Jay Gatsby. Nick comes from a world that's much different from Gatsby's. Gatsby has a large house, nice cars and popular parties. Nick has a love hate relationship with Gatsby and is fascinated by his lifestyle. There is a brief love story that takes place throughout the novel. Sadly, it ends tragically.
The book takes place in the 1920's when everyone just wanted to have a good time. Nick, who loves to look at Gatsby's nice things, seems like his feelings towards men in the novel might be questionable.
Overall, the book has both good and bad qualities to it. When I first read it, I didn't really understand the point of the novel, but there are so many places to go with this. The novel seems to be about the death of the American dream, and the fantasy of social mobility. It's deemed more important then it really should be.
The Great Gatsby is a fairly quick read, so if you get the time to read this book or need a "roaring 20's" book to write about for school, I recommend this one. The book covers some of Nicks underlining feelings towards Gatsby himself, it covers the love between Gatsby and Daisy as well as a few unfortunate deaths. While reading this novel, it's important to think about the loss of America and the importance of staying true to who you are.
Gatsby wanted to be someone who was worth knowing, so he thought if he had money and threw fun parties, people would like him. Unfortunately, Gatsby was living in a world where people only cared about the social class, not the individual people. This book definitely has its moments and as I said, I would recommend it to someone who is looking to read a good classic.
The book takes place in the 1920's when everyone just wanted to have a good time. Nick, who loves to look at Gatsby's nice things, seems like his feelings towards men in the novel might be questionable.
Overall, the book has both good and bad qualities to it. When I first read it, I didn't really understand the point of the novel, but there are so many places to go with this. The novel seems to be about the death of the American dream, and the fantasy of social mobility. It's deemed more important then it really should be.
The Great Gatsby is a fairly quick read, so if you get the time to read this book or need a "roaring 20's" book to write about for school, I recommend this one. The book covers some of Nicks underlining feelings towards Gatsby himself, it covers the love between Gatsby and Daisy as well as a few unfortunate deaths. While reading this novel, it's important to think about the loss of America and the importance of staying true to who you are.
Gatsby wanted to be someone who was worth knowing, so he thought if he had money and threw fun parties, people would like him. Unfortunately, Gatsby was living in a world where people only cared about the social class, not the individual people. This book definitely has its moments and as I said, I would recommend it to someone who is looking to read a good classic.
Thursday, September 28, 2017
Update on what has been happening
Since my last book review was all the way in May, I assumed it was the right time to explain where I have been. Since my last review, my fiance and I have moved into a new apartment, iv'e begun my senior year at Cedar Crest College and I have my wedding to plan. I didn't get to renew my domain for this website because of a cost issue and the fact that I have bills to pay. Hopefully soon I will be able to buy it once again.
So with school and wedding stuff going on, I haven't read anything other then text books or required reading. I did think about perhaps doing a review on The Great Gatsby since it is a classic. Also, back in February my grandfather passed away and I didn't feel like doing much reading after that.
I was also recently involved in a pretty bad car accident where I was left with some injuries and it's been tough to get over. I have been focusing on my school work for now and occasionally do some wedding planning.
I will try to post another book review soon, but I can't promise it wont be a book I had to read for my Modern American Literature class.
So with school and wedding stuff going on, I haven't read anything other then text books or required reading. I did think about perhaps doing a review on The Great Gatsby since it is a classic. Also, back in February my grandfather passed away and I didn't feel like doing much reading after that.
I was also recently involved in a pretty bad car accident where I was left with some injuries and it's been tough to get over. I have been focusing on my school work for now and occasionally do some wedding planning.
I will try to post another book review soon, but I can't promise it wont be a book I had to read for my Modern American Literature class.
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