Yes, I have changed the original name of my second article. I don't want to guide anyone. You are the guide of your own life. I just want to share my life experiences with you. Nevertheless, the first idea of the name was:
DO NOT LISTEN TO TEACHERS
“I don't mean ALL of Them..”
Teachers are admirable people. No, seriously, they are! I do really respect them. And I am thankful to all of those who had have this unique opportunity to teach me. I thank them mainly for their endless patience but also for what they had attempted to teach me! The time in school was one of the best times in my life. And I believe there are more of us who has got such a memory of school years. Even there is a different reason for it.
Before I start narrate this true story of my being in school, I would like to emphasize that everything I say here I did mean, I do not mean now, and I will never mean the same way as I did before. Basically, I used to be a little bit oversensitive about my English teacher's behaviour, because I didn't know what I do know today. I was a silly teenager, you know. So I just want to make clear that I don't hate this person, I don't want to fire any house, and I am not killing my time by thinking about this human-only in a bad way, not anymore. To my big surprise, I actually started to like this teacher of mine. Well, feeling as “like” is probably too strong but we can say there is no emotional bias against my English teacher. :)
Although…“I really have got to tell you this!”
So how does this good piece of advice suits to my London life that I have promised to tell you about? Well, you tell me?!
“No, I don't mean now!” But you should be able to do so by the end of this part of our journey.
Back to the school desk, two years ago, I would probably give you a detail
record of every situation that had happened in English class but I do not think
it is important any more. Though I just have got to explain some of them, very
My results were not brilliant, even though I did study and I did often try to prepare for the lessons. I could spent hours by learning words to be able translate or grammar to be able to use in practise but no effort came afterwords. That makes you pretty sad and hopeless.
The general lack of practising speaking English in class did not help me to feel confident to answer any question. And I, as a very shy person during the lesson, was always in trouble with answering them. Are you familiar with such a feeling, when you want to answer the question and you actually do, in a thinking voice in your head, but you are too scared to say it aloud? It's stupid because you are just afraid of making a mistake. What is so bad about mistakes?
So imagine, the room is filled with this awkward silence, everybody is staring at you, including the teacher, all probably asking themselves “Why can't she answer such an easy question?” Oh, how I hated this moments. I always wanted to vanish. I have been fighting with looking stupid in front of my English class, with my shyness and I really have been trying my best but only one look at the teacher has been enough to give up. And therefore I lost the last interest in trying to say anything. Which is not the teacher's fault. Of course not. It was my silliness. But the true that I have been listening quite often that English language is not for me and that I should not speak English at all. Again and again. It was not a good influence on me. How would you feel?
What was the worst thing about it. I started to believe that it is true. I did not trust myself. I was far far far away from self-belief. The only thing I wanted was to pass the Graduation exam. But I couldn't see any way how I am going to do it. Oh boy, I was really scared of the final exam of English!
Fortunately, after all, I am here. And I speak English every day. And I read English books, I watch English movies and the important think about doing all of it is that I enjoy it! I understand it. I do even more things I would have never believed I could do.
Now, I have met so many people, here in London or back in Czech, who are
interested in my knowledge of English before I came to London. It is the most
common question people ask me and their reaction to my answer is almost always
The relative majority of inquirers were surprised by the fact that I was pretty bad in English at school. They all expected me to be one of the best students. But I was not. And that was not only my view of the point. My speaking skills and capability to understand were rubbish at the very beginning of my being in a capital city of England. To be honest, at first I thought my English teacher was absolutely right about me and my English. When you ask me about the relationship between English as a language or subject I had studied at school and Me as a student who has been trying hard to learn it, I have to say there was no relationship at all. Generally speaking, I didn't like English. (My classmates might have used different vocabulary.)
However, I am so glad that my first thoughts have not been the final. I have not given up! I have determinate.: “I am not going to forget about my dream. I will not disappoint myself. I am not going back home to look as a looser. I can do it! I can improve my English! Because I can do whatever I want. Look, I did manage to come here. There is a reason for it.” Yes, I sometimes do talk to myself. It helps. But the other thing that really helped me a lot was the fact that I have became a part of an amazing and wonderful family. I am talking about my host family. I would never be able to do so without them.
Sometimes, not for too long, but still I do think about the case: “Where
I would possibly be if I would listen to my teacher?” It's quite
interesting to think about it for 5 minutes. Because after this period of time
I always realize that I don't want to know. I very much appreciate that I am
where I am, living this life with all aspect of it.
As you can see now, I did not listen to my teacher. And I am so glad I did so. In fact I am very thankful to her for being the way she was because maybe this exact experience has helped me to be strong enough to go for my dream. Go through the difficulties and make my dream to come true. And I did. And I don't know how is that possible. But it did happened. And that makes me feel unbelievably happy. Sometimes things that seem to be wrong and unpleasant to us are actually the best things that could happen to us. Don't you think?
So, if it has happened and You, as a some of my teachers, have read these few words written by me, I have got a message for You. “ Thank you! Thank you so much, because You had taught me a lot! Don't be disappointed by the fact that you have not managed to make me remember all about Jan Amos Komenský. You are probably not disappointed at all. But I wanted to say that I do remember things that I need for my life. And you somehow managed to teach me more important things than information from books.”
In conclusion, you might make a protest against this Name of second article,
which was supposed to be about London. That's OK. You can. :) You can do what
ever you want. But one thing must be mentioned. There would most likely be no
London without my English teacher. Who knows?
And one more thing that, I believe, makes my story even more interesting is, after all and all it's actually me who wants to be an English teacher. …