“The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind.” – Kahlil Gibran

So when I’m not at uni, studying, chilling out with friends and family, going on retail therapy….I’m teaching. I’m a part-time English tutor, surprise surprise. My love affair with the English language compels me to share my passion with others. My youngest sister sat in one of my classes recently, and describe my style of teaching as “Engaging!”. Why, I’ve never felt so complimented before

The kids I tutor remind me so much of myself when I was younger. Junior highschool – a time of best friends forever, of boys, of music, of awful teachers and bad canteen food. Teaching them keeps me connected with their pulse, which keeps me invigorated. Many hours with a fat textbook does deaden one’s soul, at times.

They make me laugh. Smile. Groan. Wring my hands in frustration. By the same token, they never cease to impress me. I befriend them, and they respect me for it….and then they listen.

Although I’ve applied for several jobs over the christmas break (time to rake in $$$), I plan to continue teaching part-time over the next few years.