30 October 2013 · Sara Marugan
On my 32nd birthday
This article was machine-translated from Sara's Catalan original. The writing is hers; the translation has not been reviewed by a person. Read the Catalan original →
Another year. Another birthday. I always think a birthday is your one day to be special — and so far none of mine has failed to be. This year I spent it working: from 9 in the morning, when the first class started, until 6 in the evening, when the last one finished.
I remember many birthdays spent in a classroom as a student — at school, at secondary school, at university. This year I am the teacher, and it still feels strange. All I can say is that I feel prouder every time of being where I am and of working as a teacher. I like teaching.
The other day, going through old papers, I found something I wrote when I was ten. It was a school composition titled «What do I want to be when I grow up?». The surprising part was how clear-sighted I was: I wanted to be a teacher. Later I was sure I wanted to teach physical education — I went on to compete as an elite athlete — but my vocation for the Catalan language tipped me towards what I am now. I have no regrets. If I were born again I would study Catalan philology again, to end up exactly here. The road has not been easy.
Another birthday and another year in which I am myself again. I love explaining things and teaching. I will end this birthday post by saying that what made me happiest today was celebrating it by teaching. There is no better present.
