A Second Job

During the day I work at a bookshop. In the evening, three times a week, I teach English to children at a small course near my house. The bookshop pays my rent. The teaching pays for everything else.

It's tiring. On teaching days I leave home at seven in the morning and come back at nine at night. Sometimes I fall asleep on the bus. My mother says I work too much, and she's probably right.

But I love the teaching more than I expected. The children are loud and funny and they learn so fast. Last week a small boy said his first full English sentence: "My cat is fat." Everybody laughed. That moment was worth the tiredness.