This takes me back to the time when I began this journey...
I keep telling everyone that French happened to me like an accident. When everyone around me was filling out their M.A applications, I was struggling to figure out which road to choose. "A graduate in English doesn't really have many options in life to choose from" I always told myself. Considering that I picked up another language to keep myself engaged with something that sounds productive enough. Aastha, a very dear friend introduced me to French (for she was learning it at that time) and I can't thank her more for doing so.
This blog post will revolve around a very special person. She is someone I openly admire to the extent that I don't hesitate in admitting that I almost copy and imitate her teaching styles.
My first professor of French, Arpita Dutta and her ways of teaching always inspired me in a way that I can't explain. I remember my first class with her, and I remember how she used to explain the meanings of different words by jumping, hopping and doing all the crazy stuff in class. I remember how she'd never let us think in English. Almost, inadvertently, I saw myself doing the same with my students on my first class. I remembered my first class with her the day I began teaching my A1 students at the School of International language.
The feeling when your students frame their first sentence in a language otherwise unknown to them... it's inexplicable. I am neither earning bomb nor I am too fond of teaching but one thing that keeps me going is- the feeling that I am making a difference to their lives in whichever small-little way I can.
Today, I would like to take this opportunity to thank Arpita Dutta for making this "stage" possible in my life for she is the one who laid the foundation. :)