It’s been a long, long week by any standards. I worked on Sunday night and here I am at my desk on a Bank Holiday. 59 hours in all this week. I grumble and moan about it and truth be known, one of the reasons I do it is because I have always suffered from PMS (Perpetual Martyr Syndrome). But there are benefits – they are few and far between, but when they come, it’s like the sun coming out on a grey day.
Last night – yes I was working – was the last evening for one of our perennial returner students. He has been coming to the school for 10 years and returns more or less annually for a brush up and polish, so to speak. During the later evening, after a certain amount of wine had been consumed, he stood up and said words to this effect:
I have been coming here for ten years. My reasons for coming have changed over the years. Obviously I started coming to improve my English which was very necessary for me in my job. But for the last three or four years I have realised that when I come here it isn’t only my control over English that improves. While I am here, doing my classes and concentrating on my communication, I also have time to listen to myself and to renew myself.
My week – in fact my work – is entirely justified.