Saturday Morning Serenade 

Sweet memories of my university life still warm my heart. Early Saturday morning...my alarm clock cowardly announcing me the start of my working day...I sleepily thank the Almighty for my new day of life. I brush my teeth, eat my plate of buckweat, grab my bag, dress myself, my mama helps me to tie my shoes, listens to my complaints about feeling terribly sleepy and we get into the taxi...Then we climb up to the sixth floor and here I am, in my lovely uni class...When I am back home in the evening my only big dream is a cup of hot black tea with lemon...

Now I am not officially a student anymore. My diploma kindly allows me to help people understand their different worlds and even reveal them some secrets of grammar...:) Well, speaking simply, I can be a translator and a teacher of foreign languages! The funny thing is I still cannot get used to this fact. I still feel myself a silly student. 


Being a student I dreamt of free Saturdays. No, I loved my busy Saturdays but was always sort of jealous of "normal" people who had their free day, free of alarm clock serenades and morning rushing around....I really expected to enjoy my Saturday freedom as soon as  I would graduate from the university. 

Life is great. Life is beautiful. And sometimes it seems unfair. And that's exactly what I thought after I started my teaching "career". All my first students were schoolchildren what meant they could attend our English lessons during their weekends...Every Saturday...My illussions of free Saturdays were destroyed. It seemed to me then I could hear a vase breaking into thousands of tiny pieces...


I, like many of you, need money. I need these pieces of paper that rule the world...And even my worlds of dreams...So, almost all my students make my day...my Saturday day! Yeah, now I can proudly and happily admit that they really make my day. Even when I am sad or feeling pain they miraculously make me smile and forget about all my troubles. 

Today I had five students. Some of them are really hungry for English, some are fed up. :D But I try to fire them with love to the English and German languages. I really try to make them feel the language that is absolutely foreign to them. Sometimes I feel disappointed with myself and my teaching methods. Sometimes I just don't feel that I have really left any seeds of knowledge in their souls...However, when I see their joy of understanding, their small victories - I am on cloud nine. 


I am lucky to have the best students in the world. I try to teach them what I know. I am far away from being a decent teacher. I myself make many mistakes. 
Thanks to my students  I can also enjoy my sweet bread and butter. I know I won't sound like a noble person...but I enjoy feeling myself useful.


My greatest luck is that my students teach me a lot - to be patient, ethusiastic and life-loving.   I am full of euphoria when I hear my students speaking English. I am ready to climb to the highest mountain top of the world ...That's how happy I am.  This is  certainly worth my sleepy Saturday mornings...