I’m closing out my twenties, and the path behind me looks nothing like the one I imagined at twenty-one.
The Philippines raised me. Thailand stretched me. The U.S. tested every ounce of my persistence. And somewhere in between, I almost moved to Britain, until love walked in and rewrote the plan in just thirty days.
If you’re a teacher reading this and your dream feels too big, too far, too tangled in paperwork — I wrote this for you.
The Year Everything Compounded
Before I ever boarded a plane, I was a college student in the Philippines stacking small wins on top of each other.
I was finishing my Special Education degree. I was completing my SPED internship. I was studying for the board exam. And in the cracks between all of that, I was teaching English online — students in different time zones, and staying late for work.
In a single year, three things clicked into place: I passed my board exam, earned my teaching license, and kept online classes running.
People look at international teachers and assume we got lucky. We didn’t. We just refused to wait for permission to start.
That online income? It wasn’t pocket money. It was the plane ticket I hadn’t bought yet.
How a Vacation Turned Into a Teaching Job
I landed in Thailand on a tourist visa with no plan beyond see the country.
Then a friend said something that changed my trajectory: “You know you can teach here, right?”
What I learned next is something I wish more teachers knew. In Thailand — and in much of Southeast Asia — schools are actively looking for English speakers and international teachers. A tourist visa can convert to a work visa once a school hires you. And here’s the part that surprised me most: a formal teaching degree isn’t always required. That’s the doorway international teaching swings wide open.
Rejection #9 Almost Broke Me
After Thailand, I set my sights on the United States.
I applied. Got rejected. Applied again. Rejected. Adjusted my materials. Rejected. Tried a new sponsor. Rejected.
By the ninth rejection, I’ll be honest — I was tired. I’d done the work, I’d checked every box, and the universe kept handing me the same answer.
But I sent one more application.
The tenth one said yes.
If you take nothing else from this post, take this: rejection is not a verdict on your worthiness. It’s information. Each “no” rewrote my application, sharpened my interview answers, and taught me which sponsors were the right fit. The teacher I was on application number ten was unrecognizable from the one on application number one.
A funny postscript: while I was waiting on U.S. sponsors, I also got accepted to teach in Europe. I never went — I met my husband in the U.S. and chose to build my life here. But knowing I had options changed how I carried myself in every interview after that.
What the U.S. Has Been Teaching Me
I thought I was coming here to teach. Turns out, I’m still very much a student.
Every week brings a new lesson — a conversation with a colleague that reframes how I see history, a road trip that reveals a landscape I didn’t know existed, a student who teaches me a word in a language I’ve never heard. America is wide and contradictory and alive, and I’ve learned to let it surprise me. I have also learned the educational system especially in the field of Special Education.
I came here with a backpack and a head full of expectations. I’m staying with something better: curiosity.
What I’d Tell You If We Meet
If you’re standing where I stood five years ago, here’s the playbook in plain language:
Treat your paperwork like part of the dream. Credentials, evaluations, visa categories — they’re not bureaucratic obstacles. They’re the language your dream speaks in. Learn it early, learn it well.
Earn before you leave. Online teaching, tutoring, contract work — anything portable. Your savings buy you something more valuable than plane tickets. They buy you the freedom to say no to the wrong school and yes to the right one.
Reframe rejection as research. I wasn’t rejected nine times. I was given nine free consultations on how to apply better. The teacher who survives the no’s is the teacher who books the flight.
A Note on the Hard Years
My twenties weren’t a highlight reel. They were tear-stained applications, lonely apartments in foreign cities, prayers I whispered when I didn’t know what came next, and a quiet strength I only recognized in hindsight.
If yours look the same, you’re not behind. You’re in the middle of becoming.
You don’t need a perfect plan to begin. You just need to begin.
Your Turn
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