Views on English 2

I never wanted to be an English teacher. Never. I wanted to be a web developer, have a job in a prestigious company and sit at work and paint pretty pictures on a computer monitor. I went to university got a degree and promptly decided that web development was a bad choice.

There’s no intimacy with a computer. There’s no sense of making a difference in someone’s life. There’s ‘personal’ left in the ‘personal’ computer. And I hated it. Genuinely did.

I fell into English purely by chance with the intention of only doing it for one summer. But from the very beginning I realised what English is to the vast majority of the students. It’s a key.

People choose to study another language for a variety of reasons, but the bulk of us study one because we want to use it for travelling or for academia.

Teaching English allows me to become a part of someone’s life and help them unlock their future. Their success in the future could be down to my ability to do my job. These students come to my class from all over the world – each one leading a different life – and our lives are entwined together as I help prepare them for whatever the English speaking part of their future holds. It’s a huge job, and it cannot be done unless the teacher genuinely cares. Teaching English as a foreign language is much more than a job – it’s a privilege.

Views on English

I never wanted to be an English teacher. Never. I wanted to be a web developer, have a job in a prestigious company and sit at work and paint pretty pictures on a computer monitor. I went to university got a degree and promptly decided that web development was a bad choice.

There’s no intimacy with a computer. There’s no sense of making a difference in someone’s life. There’s ‘personal’ left in the ‘personal’ computer. And I hated it. Genuinely did.

I fell into English purely by chance with the intention of only doing it for one summer. But from the very beginning I realised what English is to the vast majority of the students. It’s a key.

People choose to study another language for a variety of reasons, but the bulk of us study one because we want to use it for travelling or for academia.

Teaching English allows me to become a part of someone’s life and help them unlock their future. Their success in the future could be down to my ability to do my job. These students come to my class from all over the world – each one leading a different life – and our lives are entwined together as I help prepare them for whatever the English speaking part of their future holds. It’s a huge job, and it cannot be done unless the teacher genuinely cares. Teaching English as a foreign language is much more than a job – it’s a privilege.

Coffee

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I’m an excema sufferer with all it’s perks. I’ve had it my entire life and have been told on more than one occasion that I will ‘grow out of it’ – now I’m 28 and the only growing I have left to worry about these days is my expanding stomach.  My boss says that I currently look as though I’m 3months pregnant – so not that bad, but bad enough.

But to the point, sometimes I get skin flare ups for no apparent reason whatsoever. I’m in the process of having one just now and the doctors have told me that it’s 2 things: neurodermatitis and and an allergy.  I am stressed. Neurodermatitis basically means that although I’m stressed, my mental setup is unaffected.  I feel fine, relaxed eager to work – I feel like me normally as opposed to me being in the dumps. However, my father recently passed away which is an ordeal that almost every son will have to deal with – unfortunately there’s no ‘help’ guidebook that can really get you through it. You learn quite harshly that life goes on, whether you’re ready to rejoin it or not.  I guess that my body is feeling the effects that my brain has somehow blocked.  Don’t get me wrong – I love my father and I miss him more than I ever imagined.

But I’m going to get back on topic – I’m not one of those bloody Facebook users that vent out all heir emotions in a very public forum. I’ll vent and vent like a bloody pro if needs be, but in private or with those who I care deeply about and those who care just the same about me.  The point of all this is coffee.

Coffee – that sweet smelling, home-tasting drug that just stimulates your mind alongside relaxing your soul. God only knows how much I love the stuff. So as I sit here with a mug of green tea in front of me…well the vibes just aren’t the same. I have an allergy to something,and finding the source of an allergy is just like the proverbial needle in a haystack.  Most people believe that allergies can only come from things that are new in your life – most people think utter bollocks. Allergies can develop over time and continuous exposure to something which makes narrowing down the culprit q bloody nightmare. I decided to start with caffeine – seemed logical, I used to drink a shedload of coffee on a daily basis and caffeine is a known irritant for excema sufferers.

So far,no change and it’s been about a month since I stopped drinking coffee. I so, sooooo look forward to my next mug. It will bean Americano’ it will come from a coffee shop called Oblico which is in Bugibba overlooking St. Paul’s island and the horizon, and will be made by a lovely woman and it will be epic. Oh how I look forward to that day…

Soon…

A new start

So, the first morning in a new flat.  I’m staring at a tablet, listening to Tom Jones bellowing “Sex Bomb” with the sound of waves in the background. It’s 10 in the morning, I start work in 5 hours and I’ve got a hundred things to do due to the move yesterday…boxes and bags everywhere…sigh…

Here’s the view:-)

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