*👋🏻Hi, this is my first article on this platform, so let's get acquainted first. I am a student of the Faculty of Foreign Languages. Due to the fact that this channel is closely connected with writing, namely with school and student life, I suggest you read about my choice of profession. *
A couple of years ago I would have called it just a school subject, complex, specific, but just another discipline in school.
Everything changed when I entered a new stage of my life. Let's start with the background…
I studied at the secondary school No. 2 in the city of Sudzha. This is a small town in the Kursk region, about which few people know. I graduated from the 9th grade, passed the exams perfectly and moved to the 10th grade. It was then that the turning point came. Do you know when you need to comprehend such an emotional bottom in order to push off from it more strongly and emerge as a completely new personality? That's how it was with me. I moved to the 10th grade, we were connected to a parallel class in one large class. All my friends left after the 9th grade for colleges and technical schools, and I didn't really communicate with the rest of the class, despite the fact that I am a communication person, activist, etc. Therefore, I was transferred to the back desks, since I was without a pair at the desks. And for me it was a disaster for that period, since I never sat further than 3 desks. We also changed teachers in the main subjects, who did not particularly devote time to those sitting in the back, and so to all this there were those who spoke very quietly and I, sitting very far away, heard little. I asked to transfer myself to the 1st desk, but I was refused. This went on for about a month.
By October, we were told that our class was being reformed into a physics and mathematics profile... and this became the extreme point. Yes, I can honestly say that it's not mine, no, it's not that I don't understand physics or mathematics at all, but it's not the subject that I was burning with. At that time, I adored history, social studies, literature, i.e. I am completely a humanitarian. And this evening, I come home completely immersed in myself, because I am a pragmatic person, I immediately thought before how to choose subjects that will not be specialized in this class, how to build my life further, because I need to go on a budget. And then, as a sign of fate, Dad comes home with the news that my cousin brother has moved to a lyceum in the center of Kursk. And he asks me such a question, which I did not suspect, but at that moment he turned out to be by the way: "Dasha, don't you want to go too, there are 3 education profiles there?". And what do you think I answered? Finite, yes. Although I thought for 2 weeks the result turned out to be that I moved to the Lyceum in the humanities class, yes, there were difficulties there too, but I thought only about studying.
And so, returning to the topic of the English language, almost everyone at this lyceum spoke English fluently, and I, with my knowledge of the alphabet, was a "white" crow there. But it was the English Teacher, Yulia Yurievna, who with sensitivity and patience began to teach me from scratch. She gave me additional tasks and fascinated me so much that my unexpected, but correct decision in the 11th grade was to pass the Unified State Exam in English. And yes, at first she was in shock and very worried, but she didn't leave me halfway. She supported me at all stages, and yes, I did not pass the exam with a perfect score, but even this stage encouraged me to learn English even more.
So, what is English for me? For me, this is a profession not only of the future, but also of the present. And the future is just for such teachers as Yulia Yurievna, for sensitive, patient and talented professionals in their field. I am sure there are many such examples, but I wanted to share with you this heartfelt and intimate story that once inspired me, and now my reader. Thank You…
