You Never Know Where Life Will Take You


It’s curious how things never seem to change. Our nature takes us to the most unimagined places; the ways of life are inscrutable.

When I was about 10 years old, my parents gave me a blue Olivetti typewriter as a present on the Three Kings’ Day.

I had always been a solitary child. So, instead of going out to play with other kids, I would rather stay at home and play on my own. I would put all my dolls facing me on the bed, and play “teacher and students” with them after spending hours drawing up exercises and exams on my new typewriter.

I recall one afternoon after school when I was at catechism class (I’m now an agnostic, but at that time, in my country, all children had to take their First Communion). I remember I had gone to the toilet, and when I came back the other girls had opened my burgundy briefcase with beautiful bows painted on it. They were laughing cruelly at what they’d found inside—a pile of papers with the lessons I’d written for my imaginary friends. I was so embarrassed that I never played that game again. It made me feel childish and stupid.

At that time, I’d never had imagined that I’d become a teacher. In fact, when I was about to finish high school, and had to think of which degree I wanted to study, I had no idea what to choose. It was such a difficult decision for me that I finally took the easy way out, which was registering into Spanish Philology, the subject at high school that I’d found to be  easier. Big mistake.

A year later, I was leaving university dramatically to start working as a shop assistant. I thought that my life was completely ruined, and, since then, I had always felt really unhappy and unsatisfied with my life. After that, I worked in so many jobs —as a flight attendant in Ryanair, a shop assistant, a cashier,…— always looking for what I really wanted to do, feeling sorry for myself. I felt that I wasn’t good enough.

One day, after spending two years on the dole due to the crisis, depressed and desperate, I posted an ad on the Internet, saying that I was willing to work as an English teacher (I’ve always loved this language and never stopped learning it since I was a child). A week later I received an email from the director of a language school, saying that she was looking for new teachers and wanted to interview me as soon as possible.

I was shocked, but I finally—and accidentally— got the job, and now I’ve been working there for almost half a year. I’ve never been so happy and fulfilled in my life, though I hardly ever have any time for myself. I feel that I have The Job and The Life.

So, what have I learned from this experience? Firstly, that you must ignore all the comments from people who try to take your dreams from you, just because they don’t have one. So fuck them all. Secondly, that if you’re lucky enough like me, you’ll eventually find a job that really suits you and fulfills you.

I have the impression that I never go to work, because all the tasks I do—far from being dull—come from deep inside of me by nature—like preparing lessons or correcting exams. You never work if you love what you do, do you?

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