
Hello everyone,
Here I am with less than 40 days left in Malaysia. As I have said before, this has been a great experience, and even though I am in my late 40’s, I can honestly say I have grown so much these past few months. Things that I believed in before are not my truths anymore.
I have met so many people from different walks of life, and experienced some great things, some not so good, and some just plain bad. I have dealt with many insecurities most of my life, such as being too fat, being too different, or simply not being worthy. Now I see things a bit differently. I know I am not everyone’s cup of tea, and that is ok. I do not need to seek approval from others. I don’t need to worry about how others feel about me. Some people are just not worth my time, and some are just a blip in my story. In the past, I thought I always had to go out of my way to please others, but now I know better.
Living in a time where we are constantly comparing ourselves to pictures and posts on social media, a time where everyone is trying to outdo themselves and look better than others online. It is easy to start thinking that something is wrong with ourselves. Or that we did not do something right, or even that we are not worthy. Being an immigrant for all of my adult life, being treated differently, and always questioning if I belonged, crushed my self-esteem and my confidence throughout the years. Being a Latina woman in the US was not always easy, some people were amazing and others looked down on me just because I have an accent or simply because I was born in Brazil which is a developing country.
Living in Malaysia among several other expats and working at an International School has shown me that one, my accent is really not an issue and most people barely even notice it, moreover, it should not define me; two, being Latina or not makes no difference in my qualifications as a PhD holder and a teacher, and three, most people that you encounter in your lifetime are only acquaintances. Probably, there is a reason you had to cross paths, and that reason may never reveal itself.
Most schools I worked for, I dedicated myself body and soul to them. I would spend countless hours doing extra stuff for the school and saying yes to everything that was asked of me. I did that because I thought I had to prove myself one way or another. I thought it was the right thing to do and that I needed to do it to be accepted in the school community. It never got me anywhere or provided any extra privileges. When budget cuts came, they did not hesitate to let me go. Or when I asked for promotions, I was never even considered for them. I suspect a lot of it had to do with biased attitudes, and they didn’t even realize how I was being treated differently from other teachers. Now, I don’t even hold specific people responsible anymore because I know a lot of it was ignorance and fear of a person who is different from them. I now know that I do not need to devote all of my time to a job, it is ok to say no, and it is ok to have downtime and take care of myself and my family. It is ok to leave when school gets out and not take work home; it is ok to not go to every single event the school has. The outcome is the same; the admin does not even care one way or another.
I truly thought that getting my PhD would open new doors for me, and for a while it did. One of the best jobs I had was in higher ed, where I was never questioned when it came to my knowledge and what I brought to the table. I was looked up to in my field by my colleagues and respected for my experiences. However, I attribute that to the people I worked with closely, who coincidentally, are the only ones still in touch with me even after years of not working together anymore. The harsh truth, though, is that getting a PhD has brought a whole new set of challenges. I have encountered several people, especially other women in positions of power, who resented the fact that I, a Latina, a Brazilian woman, a person of color, a person with an accent, could have such a high degree in academia. To the point of mocking my title or simply refusing to accept I earned such a degree. I worked so hard for my accomplishments, and now they are sometimes used against me. Some schools go as far as to tell me I am overqualified so they won’t even give me the time of day.
After COVID, I had to go back to the K-12 world, and I am happy teaching kids again, but it has not always been easy to get a job because I am “overqualified”. One would think that schools would be thrilled to have a Doctor teaching their students, but depending on who is in charge, that is not always the case. I now think this happens because of the fear of being questioned, some of these principals and coordinators I have had didn’t like the fact that I could outshine them, even though that was not my intention.
I have also always given myself completely to friends and most of the time did not get much in return. I used to have some very high expectations too but not anymore. (I also realize that was not fair to impose those expectations on others). Most people are just passing ships in our lives and that is ok too. Letting go of these expectations has made my life so much lighter. I maintain a handful of friends with whom I communicate via text primarily, and they are my true friends, and that is more than enough. I used to think that there was something wrong with me when I would see posts of people with lots of friends and lots of activities with their friends, but now I am ok with all that. I don’t compare myself with them anymore. I have my husband who shows me unconditional love every day and has always been there for me for the past 27 years, and that in itself is the biggest blessing I could ask for.
I never expected to have these kinds of revelations with this life-changing move and decision we made, but I am glad I got to experience and learn these things, as well as many others. I thought this was just going to be an incredible experience in International Education (which, by the way, is the PhD I got). I spent 2 years reading and comparing different test results from different countries and education systems, and now I always dreamed of living it and seeing it firsthand.
Moreover, I have a much clearer picture of who my real friends are and who are colleagues or former colleagues that are part of my story but no longer included in my chapters. I have always believed that I have been put in the workplaces I have had for a reason, either I had to grow, or someone needed me in their lives at that point. With the way things went here, I believe this was my way to start something new and different. I met some great people in Malaysia, and they are now part of my story because I have learned good and bad things from each one of them. I don’t know if I will ever see any of them again, but that is ok too.
I feel like I am a much stronger person now that I have had this experience, and I am certainly looking forward to our upcoming adventure in Cambodia, where I will be teaching 4th grade, which is a huge change from what I have been doing for the past 2 decades.
Anyway, I thought I would share some of my realizations now that our time in Malaysia is coming to an end and we are getting ready to embark on a new adventure soon.
Love,




































