Unspoken words

“Sure, especially when you attend courses with your best friend and you have a terrific teacher. When we went for the first time we had thoughts that it would be a wicked old lady like at university with lots of homework and with everything in that context.”, he replied.

I was melting just reading it. The stir of emotions avalanched me, the sentiment of not being worthless covered me into its warmness. So this was my response:

“Ahahahaahah, that’s why I am the only one teacher who doesn’t hold much truck with system of seniority, as I want to create ambience far from school one that students come with willingness but not like to the drudgery. You are either his friend or a number one enemy.”

“That’s it! This is the reason why we always attend classes with the real pleasure. And Adam says that one hour, it is not enough, he says that he has just got into stride when the lesson has already finished”, he continued.

That was really sweet of him to say this so I decided that I could offer them to practice more at my break time as it was not hard for me and it would be really beneficial for their progress. Moreover, it would be free of charge as if I see the real volition in people to excel at my subject.

Surely they weren’t against it and very grateful for this.

Then I decided to proceed with our conversation and made a step towards personal information. So I asked:

“Why did you choose to study stomatology, is it your choice or you were told to do it?”

To my surprise his reply was quite long which I hadn’t anticipated at all.

“You know, when your family is a dynasty of seamen, start from sailors finishing with captains on subconscious level you realize that everyone is expecting you to do the same thing. And when your father is away for 2,4,6 months from home, this is not very cool. So, I thought why didn’t try to follow my mother’s steps and become a doctor. It was not reasonable enough to become a therapist so my mum advised me to apply for stomatology. I wasn’t against, I thought it would be interesting until I started to study biology and chemistry in high school. But there was no way back. However, I had never had something like: You are going there, you will be living there and something like that. I passed the state exam, “Mum, dad, there is a university in Krag, I am going there”. I packed my things, took documents and flied there.”

I was glad to hear that it was his choice, as for me my study at university was kind of a servitude action. I wanted to finish high school but my mum had another opinion and some of the teachers had whispered her that it would be better for me to have two educations rather than accomplishing high school. My desire was completely mortified when I failed Math exam in order to enter Pedagogical College to be a primary teacher. To be honest, I had done it on purpose as I longed for being an interpreter not a teacher but there were no programs after secondary school. Eventually, my mum said to me that I was going to enter a college where my cousin used to study promising me that along with it I would also take up language courses, I bought it, for good or for worse. I studied management, economics and accountancy, doing my best at it but having no enthusiasm at all. During lessons I was thinking about my evening language classes and that brought me joy. In fact it was my place of refuge from the problems I was facing during college time. I wasn’t quite popular at first year of college. I did my best at learning process and extracurricular activities but my group mates were vicious with me. I was a Christian, vulnerable girl with big pink spectacles who believed in good and tried to create the same atmosphere around myself. However this produced a result of public ridicule and ever-lasting bullying by boys and girls who were of other kind. I didn’t understand why they were behaving like this, as deep inside they were great chaps I could see it, but that didn’t change their attitude towards me. Probably, they had some insecurities and problems of their own which they put on me in that form to deal with their stuff. That time I wished eagerly for revenge of any kind. I wanted everyone of them to feel the pain I felt when I cried myself out to sleep because of their actions. Would I be revengeful with them now? No, not at all. Firstly, because they had to put up with other hardships in their lives, secondly, I learnt valuable lessons and it made me stronger and turned into a person who I am now. I can even tell them thank you. The best revenge is your success and self-respect and self-love which you can give to others as well. Negativity towards others destroys us. Anyway let’s comeback to the things we have now. I was surprised that Haim had chosen Krag to study in. Our town was impregnated with supermarkets ru

Haim told his story. He landed, took a taxi from the airport (there is only one airport in the whole city) and while he was going he was shocked by the view as the place where he lived was su

“Reframing happened, perhaps you have grown and people who are around you now are giving you the feeling of being at home the place where you are meant to be. As for me I had the only place where I could feel myself like home. But it closed for me for good regarding my old age. It is clinical hospital for children where I spent a good half of my childhood. Normal people say that I am all out of sorts but it is not of their business. I love this place, I didn’t even execute the right to go home at weekends, even we were allowed to do so. We were allowed to walk there, we had entertainment programs, we had school there but then I grew up.”, that was my response.

“It doesn’t matter what the place is, what matters is what you feel being there. Where did you study?” he seemed to be interested in our conversation as he made an effort to proceed with it.

“Institute of management, economics and business, specialty: public and municipal administration.”

“But we thought it was foreign languages field.”, he said.

I explained him that the majority of people thought like that when they met me for the first time, especially when all your colleges graduated from language orientated universities.

I told him the story about my mother’s choice and my small structure of thinking at 15. About how I graduated from secondary school and that after finishing college I wasn’t capable enough to pass some school subjects in order to enter the university I wanted as I was bad at Maths and had no chances with it especially after two years of not even solving an equation of any sort. So I stayed in the same establishment where I had studied management but continued with a Bachelor’s degree in public and municipal administration as I had already mentioned and that was how I killed my dream to be an interpreter. My years at university seemed an age and not the golden one either. It comprised my struggle with habituating myself to new timetable and unwonted tasks, some teachers you wished you had never met and my bulimia in its blooming period. In spite of my eternal hatred to this place, I pushed myself through the boundaries to get that diploma with honours, take part in the conferences, I had the moments which you would always be grateful for and I met people I wouldn’t have ever met if I hadn’t studied there. Nevertheless I was a good advertisement for the institute as well, I passed exam for the FCE test (First certificate in English which demonstrates your proficiency at it). On holidays I went to the Olympic Games in the vest of interpreter, I studied Italian for all period while I was studying the main subjects at university. It was quite a time. I graduated last year but having no pedagogical degree I was seen skeptically at interviews but then it turned out to be of less importance, especially when I had already been tutoring for 6 years in my own whenever I had free time and people who had will to learn English.