About halfway through my first season. I've always been really obsessed with airplanes, its probably my main passion( built tons of models, got my pilots lisence, yadda yadda yadda). I started high school with the goal of earning a degree in aerospace engineering, and joining the air force. Found out I was complete shit at math, so that didnt work out. Anyways, by the end of grade 11, I was completely burned out. (Around this time I got heavy into freeride, and joined ns). By the beginning of grade 12 I'd figured out I wanted to do at least one season out west to recharge before college. Got my CSIA 1, and taught at my local hill that winter.
This past fall, I was hired as an instructor at targhee. Dream come true. Moved out there in november, and it was incredible. Id heard about the killer targhee vibe, but never figured it was legit. Boy was I wrong. Almost everybody I met was chill and down to earth. As for the job, the pay and hours were shit, but I loved it. The cool thing about instructing is that the people who do it are really doing it because they love it, not because they just want to pay rent and get a pass. I know it sounds like cliche bs, but being able to pass my stoke on to other people, and help them improve their skiing was one of the coolest things ive done with my life. I went into that job knowing that I was never super good with little kids, but figured it would just be something I'd have to learn. And for the most part, I did. But there were a few parents here and there that didn't agree with my teaching style. I'm a friendly, but unttalkative dude, and can seem kind of scary/angry at times (mad rbf). Every so often, I'd get a complaint. As soon as they started rolling in, I started trying to fix my traching. I read instructional handbooks, watched stuff online, and talked to folks I knew who were working in child care. I even got my boss to run a "teaching children clinic". The clinic is tonight. I can't attend, because last friday, somebody complained. 2 days ago I got fired.
I've been offered a job as a liftie, and I'm probably gonna take it, and probably gonna hate it, but at least it means I can stay out here. Doesn't change the fact that I feel like complete shit, and can't figure out how to fix it. Feels like Ive gone from living the dream to living in hell. Shit it doesn't even feel like I'm living anymore, just exhisting. Lord knows what I'm gonna do.