It’s 9 years ago that I wrote my first profile as a tutor and pressed submit.
The day I had my first lesson, I had prepared, checked everything and double checked.
I had been given the directions that when I arrived in the village I was to turn left at the T-junction. Follow the road to the end and they were in the cottage at the end of the lane.
When I arrived at the end of the lane, I pulled into the drive of a large, detached house.
I could hear my heart pumping in my ears. Climbing out of the car, I saw a lady came walking out of the house. I introduced myself. She snapped at me that I had the wrong house.
I apologised and climbed back into the car, trying not to let me emotions get the better of me.
In that moment I felt I had two options. Go home and forget all about it, who was I to be a tutor away?
Or leave and try and find the right property. As I pulled off the drive a noticed the gateway to a small cottage nestled back behind some trees. I pulled up, tried to gather my composure, grabbed my resources, and climbed out of the car.
I walked up the path to the front door and with fear and trepidation, I placed a smile on my face and knocked.
This time the lady who answered the door smiled at me and welcomed me in.
And so, began the journey that has changed my life over the past 9 years.
I’m still terrified when I tutor someone for the first time, but that’s fine. It keeps me on my toes and makes sure I never stop trying to do my best.
I love tutoring. I love the feeling of pride when someone you have supported achieves their goals.
Most of all I love the people I have met over the past 9 years.
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