7s and learning
When I was 7 years old I decided I wanted to learn English.
When I was 17 I started teaching English with a friend, Pablo, in a room in the backyard of my house.
Life passed, and when I was around 27 I still was teaching English, but this time, at an Institute.
And I remember one day in particular when Federico, one of my students, made me realize of something.
Very simple and yet profound.
I always wanted to be a nice teacher, meaning, being nice to the students.
I never felt the need or the pride of being the “boss”, so I always tried to communicate in a kind manner. And that day was no different.
I explained the activity that I had planned for that day, what was my goal and what I expected from them.
All very nice and clear, and at the end I said something along the lines of:
– is that ok with you ?
And that was when Federico in the most natural way possible said something like this:
- pfff like it’s going to make a difference…
…
And life happened again, and here I am, at almost 47 years old, starting this space for people like Federico, who clearly realized that something was not entirely ok with formal education.