Ah... where do I begin?
When I was sixteen, life gave me another quiet sign that I was walking in the right direction.
It was pulling me toward teaching.
At the time, I was already studying at university. My days were filled with lectures, presentations, essays, and exams. Yet, despite everything I was learning, my heart kept pulling me somewhere else.
For years, I had been filling myself with languages, ideas, and methods of learning. Now I felt ready to share them with someone else.
I had no expectations whatsoever. The advertisement itself felt like a victory. It was one more step toward the life I had imagined for so many years.
Coming from a generous family, making people feel welcome came naturally to me.
Before every lesson, I would stop at a shop to buy fruit, sweets, and little snacks before heading to Jasmine's home. Together, we would set the table, make ourselves comfortable, enjoy each other's company, and only then begin learning English.
Officially, our lessons lasted an hour and a half.
In reality, they often stretched to three wonderful hours.
Not because we were wasting time.
But because every topic led to another.
Grammar led to history.
History led to culture.
Culture led to music.
Music led to accents.
Accents led to stories.
And every new discovery made us curious enough to keep going.
I didn't just want Jasmine to learn English.
I wanted her to discover the entire world hidden inside it.
Before I knew it, every lesson had become a little journey.
And we both loved every minute of it.
Looking back today, I realize that Jasmine wasn't simply my first student.
She was the first person who allowed me to discover who I really was as a teacher.
She showed me that teaching wasn't merely something I enjoyed.
It was the place where my curiosity finally found its purpose.
That memory remains one of the greatest treasures of my life.
Thank you, Jasmine. I love you, beautiful.
So one day, I gathered all my courage and posted a small advertisement online. It simply said that I was a first-year university student offering English tutoring.
Then, something happened that I will never forget.
Three minutes later, my phone rang.
On the other end of the line was Jasmine's mom.
And just like that, Jasmine became my very first real student.
Before we began learning together, her family invited me over so we could simply get to know one another. That first meeting made me feel completely at ease, and soon afterwards our lessons began.
Those lessons taught me just as much as they taught Jasmine.
At sixteen, I didn't know much about lesson planning or time management. What I did know was that I loved languages with all my heart, and I wanted my student to feel that love from the moment I walked through the door.