A room filled with desire

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Wolfgang, my teaching assistant, knows the perfect moment to hop on the table to give my students much needed encouragement and stress relief.

Much to my surprise and delight, my dining room has become a room filled with desire.  It resonates with the energy of struggle and hope for dreams.

A few years ago, when I left my day job, I decided to do something I had never really wanted to do. “Why don’t you teach English?” friends would ask. “You’d be so good at it.”  I brushed off the idea because I wasn’t interested, or I thought maybe it was on the boring side, or that I wouldn’t earn enough.

But, as most everyone in Tropica, wants to learn English, I got certified by Cambridge University as an ESL teacher. I now tutor, part time, from my home…and never did I imagine that teaching ESL would be such a beautiful job.

My dining room, where we sit at the table to study, has become the room of desires. Because teaching English is not just about the verb “to be.”  Every single one of my students has a desire, and learning English is the key to making their dream come true.

Mara wants to learn English so she can live with her fiance in the U.S. and not have to depend on him.  Julio wants to perfect his English so he can eloquently express his thoughts at a Canadian yoga retreat. Priscilla needs English to understand her clients who call from China with their problematical English. Jasmine is determined to get her English up to par in order to be an au pair in the U.S. Veronica is applying for an MBA and needs to take the GMAT and write powerful essays, whilst Diana wants to go to Harvard and needs top SAT scores.

I am not only their English teacher.  I am their new best friend. Their champion, their confidante, their coach, their advisor.

As the afternoon drifts on and the students come in and out, my dining room is filled with their desires, their hopes, their dreams — all fueled by their challenge to learn English.  I teach them, listen to them, we converse, I urge them and hope for them.

I succeed, because one by one, they leave me, and go on to claim their dreams.

Teachers don’t earn much, but I am the richest, biggest person I can think of being:  I am a dream maker.

It’s a powerful job.  I feel humbled and I love it. I wanted to share this with you, because you never know where a job might lead you.

What about you?  Any interesting twists on your jobs…or second (or third) careers you might be considering?

Wishes for a happy week!

xo Liza

P.S.  Summer is winding down.  The paper/office supply stores are filled with students buying their new school year supplies.  I continue on my “down low” August mode, savoring every moment.

If you want to learn more about what I do, please visit my teaching website  Super English Merida.

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11 thoughts on “A room filled with desire

  1. What a beautiful piece! Not only was it enjoyable to read, but also instructive. My daughter just moved into her own place and I was feeling a bit weepy, until I read “A Room Filled With Desire”. I also, weirdly, may have a new perspective on my soon to be ex-husband. He too is moving on, looking for a new life. Well, let’s not get too carried away! Thank you for your contribution to all of us. You probably don’t even know how you inspire us.

  2. Liza, Intergenerational sharing is indeed a wonderful, reciprocal, experience. It allows us to exchange, (through each other’s eyes & hearts), perspectives of the wisdom of the ages AND the innocence and purity of youth. How fortunate for you to have your students & for them to have you! Carry on!

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