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Chapter 2
Next lesson was on Thursday, I hadn’t thought much about these guys in the previous days. However, one of them added me on the Facebook, the other didn’t, so all the necessary information I needed to transmit them I did by the means of this very boy. I started contemplating why the other boy hadn’t added me but then I came to conclusion that he was that arrogant dandy type who had a constricted circle of friends.
I had some doubts on the count that he didn’t like me as a teacher or a person but even if it was true, who the fuck cared for it, nobody. They were potential young men who I saw the great material to work with. I knew that if they kept doing and not giving up in the process, they would go far. So, I started to pay even more attention towards them. I was cha
Anyway, when I saw his icon on my screen I sensed the whirl of various emotions. First it was “What do you want from me? Why have you done it?” then it streamed into the beck of malicious joy like “If you combine wine and di
I actually loved my job, teaching languages and being an interpreter was something I could have never imagined in the wildest dreams. As being a little girl I wanted to be a dentist because I hated them so was willing to do their job in order to make people feel pain for the sufferings I had been experiencing. Don’t judge me, I was 4 and I am a Scorpio so was particularly selfish in the childhood. Then I wanted to be a surgeon when I was knocked down by a car, so that I could help people in difficult situations, so, see? I was not that bad. And as any girl in this world (well, the majority of girls) I would like to be an actress or a singer especially when my uncle before he died had told my mum that I had a talent to be a singer. He was a musician so he had all credentials to be believed. He was right indeed as I even attended a musical school where I was also said to have a great voice but under some circumstance I had to quit the idea of being a singer. The mission of devastation was fulfilled at that time, I had an accident after which I had difficulties with my voice pitching. It was concussion with nerves hurtled inside my head. Basically there was a hole inside it as I fell over an enormous stone, blood covered very subtle particle of the ground and my body. I was soaking like mad creek in the early spring, streaming down the hills. I was unable to feel my face it was just numb. I had two more years to live in that way, then after the numbness started to subside. The virulence of the situation was high but I put myself together and continued to live that life and enjoying the happy moments. Getting back to the main subject I dreamt to be anything but not what I was doing then, I had graduated even with a degree not even close to my current occupation.
I had always thought that everything I did was insignificant no matter that I had marvelous childhood with its ups and downs when your mum scraped last coins only to satisfy the basic urges of a 8 year old organism and working for ungodly hours every day to make both ends met, but I wouldn’t dare to complain. I had the means of an excellent education, desire to excel in all subjects but was not smart enough for it. As some of them were beyond my understanding. Well, we aren’t designed to comprehend any matter in this life. Somebody is good at Maths, somebody is good at literature, and somebody was born to fulfill a function of being a mother, somebody to go to the Moon. I was designed to procrastinate mostly rather than to study well even though I graduated from school with not the worst grades.
My job pours some sense to my existence making me believe that I am actually in position to bring the use to this world by giving the knowledge I have in possession and helping others. I remain an intimate with each student as they give me courage, compassion, comfort, share their private thoughts, trust me secrets as though I weren’t a teacher at all, so I really hold dear each of them as it is the hardest part sometimes in life even to be just on well with you trainer left alone to be friends. I bear every day in mind to its value and importance. From time to times I even end up with thoughts that my students are my fortress from feeling suppressed as I did most of the times. Their friendship is my continual solace.
When I accepted the friend request from Haim I did it probably with the hope to become a part of his life as well. By the way, his name derived from Hebrew. People with this name are usually capable, charismatic leaders who undertake large endeavors with great success. They value truth, justice, discipline and maybe quick tempered with those who do not. They would rather focus on large, important issues, and delegate details. He actually fell under this description, so maybe our names define us more than we think.
A name sticks with us from birth until death and although we often have no control over it, our names define us. We can all thank our parents for our names. Oh, I still didn’t introduce myself. My name is Michaela, my name was Hebrew as well. People with this name are excellent at analyzing, understanding, and learning. They tend to be mystics, philosophers, scholars, and teachers. Because they live so much in the mind, they tend to be quiet and introspective, and are usually introverts. When presented with issues, they will see the larger picture. Their solitary thoughtfulness and analysis of people and world events may make them seem aloof, and sometimes even melancholy. Truthfully, it sounds so like me.
Our first conversations with Haim regarded mostly of English and its rules but with each chat we started to go further rather than the English discussions without much notice.
“You know, it is not my first time trying to learn English. Before I was obliged to learn it but now I have my own will to master it.”, he told me one day.
“That’s why you didn’t learn it for the first time, as a small percentage of people has success with language when they are put under the pressure by somebody else and this is the worst tactic parents can do for their offspring. The Mozart method is no longer relevant in this case as the children are going to abominate the subject to the rest of their lives. The majority of children also detest English because at schools teachers do not pay much attention to children’s progress, they are just hurry to finish the program they are required to execute. Nobody is interested in coming up with some extraordinary ideas and show that the educational process could actually be a real fun.” My responses had always been of the skyscraper ones.