Whenever I played with my dad as a child, we always built houses using construction kits. It was the activity which we both enjoyed immensely. When I grew older, I realized that for my dad it was more than a game. Despite being a successful civil engineer, he was always longing for more. His dream was to become an architect, but, unfortunately, he had no chance to implement it into reality. So, when I discovered a talent for drawing and my teachers praised me for being good at mathematics, my career path was predetermined.
I honestly wanted to be a model, when I was small. First, it was fashionable; second, I sincerely believed it would contribute to my appearance. Fortunately, I was not tall enough and in order to ease my disappointment my mother advised me to watch a movie “Pretty woman”. I became totally fascinated. However, it was not due to the leading actors, but to the great variety of models for dresses, not to say anything about bonnets and hats, shoes and handbags. Another bout of excitement overwhelmed me when I got to know that the nearest college offered evening courses on the history of fashion. Since that time my main idea was to be able one day to walk along the catwalk together with Donna Karan or Carolina Herrera.
When I announced my choice of the future career to my family, their eagerness to support me was immediately replaced by skepticism. My mom looked at me in a thoughtful way and then asked in a voice full of doubts: “Do you remember that two years ago you told me you had better die than choose a career in teaching?” “Yes”, I answered unwillingly. “But you are confusing two different things: I do not want to become a teacher, I want to become a teacher of English for speakers of other languages”.