Upasana і перші заняття

When I first entered the classroom on my first day of internship, I thought to myself, 'oh dear! This is never going to happen.!" .

The class was filled with children, fifteen or sixteen years old, and as I entered the class, their young gazes fell on me. Even in that moment of glancing trough their upturned faces, I could decipher a multitude of emotions. Some appeared enthusiastic. Some had a doleful stubborn look. Some merely sat in silence, waiting for me to make the first move.

These here, right in front of, these odd twenty or twenty-five youngsters were going to be some of my numerous "students" (let’s say), over the course of the month. They were all teenagers, all in various awkward and developing stages of their lives, hardy two or three years younger to me. And I was expected to "teach" them.  

There you go, a justification of that first statement I made.

However. The story took a different turn.

Over the course of my interactions with these children, and also with much younger ones, I developed an amazing sense of confidence. But this is not supposed to be about me. This is about them, the children.

They developed immensely. Right, that's the exact word I would use.
We started out on a basic introduction of each other, moved on to sharing our life with each other. Tiny insignificant stories, stories about our favourite hobby or our favourite festivals. Stories about our respective countries, its' food, its' culture and its' people.

Very soon, these little stories culminated into free, open conversations.