Before school I would feed, fill with new water and check that everything is fine. I was also late for the first lesson once because one of my mares opened the stable gate by herself and was stabbed by it on the way out, a vet had to be called and take care of this whole procedure, my parents had to explain the circumstances in a note to the teacher so that she would understand the reason for the delay (there was no WhatsApp).
From here the path to becoming a teacher is pretty clear, isn’t it? I thought too. But it didn’t happen that way.
It all started with choosing the wrong course of study, that’s how it is when you grow up in a Polish home with many expectations.
Finish the military service, the trip to South America and already during the trip register for the desired degree.
At first I enrolled in the Faculty of Agriculture in Rehovot (which is a branch of the Hebrew University so it passes the Polish test) nevertheless, something about a living environment, full of life and plants, attracted me.
A wise man once told me, I like to work in a living environment – plants, animals or people.
From there, I realized that after a tough 4-year degree at best, I won’t have a job or will have one but not really in the field, and what else does a person want? Find a job in his field, training albino lions!
I canceled the degree while I continue to decide what to do next, on which kayak in the pampas river in Bolivia.
I returned to Israel from the big trip and I can’t decide what to study, my older (and only) brother was already after the army, after a trip and after choosing a course, he chose a management information systems degree at the University of Haifa.
Well, it was clear that he would choose something related to computers, from the age of 3 the computer and he is the one. But what about me and computers?
Or, this is where my genius choice comes in, if I add to the information systems degree the “human resources” degree, which of course, as the name implies – touches human beings (hopefully), or then I will have two excellent degrees (within the framework of everything is possible, two majors at the University of Haifa) – one practical Very much and will guarantee me my livelihood until the last of my days and the second will bring me pleasure or at least – less suffering from the world of computers.
And now the school year starts in October and I’m on the wave.
C language, JAVA language, data communication, SQL databases, to compile, to sample, CHAR and INT, STRING to initialize and everything to me is like spectacular Chinese.
Who am I, what am I and how did I get here?
I graduated on time, not just on time, the last grade of the most cursed course (data communication if you asked) came while traveling in Africa! No less and no more when we are on safari, in Kruger Park in South Africa, on a deck in front of a lot of hippos, my partner for the final project calls to congratulate me on graduating!
So I graduated, you felt relieved.
But what now? Now we continue to travel, South Africa, Zimbabwe, Zambia, Namibia even on the border of Angola, return to South Africa and back to Israel, take a week off and continue to Thailand, Laos, Nepal and back home.
and now? Now you have to work.
Well, that’s the part that the degree should help me find a desirable job with a good salary.
Starting to work in a medical equipment company.
The salary comes in every beginning of the month, save and get up every morning for work.
Something didn’t work out for me in this arrangement, I just didn’t understand how people live like this, how they continue to get up every morning to the same gray place, to the same boredom and the same tasks (which change very little every day)..
This is how I lived for 4 years, for a person who doesn’t like what he does, 4 years is considered a lot for me.
While working, because I’m a practical person, I signed up for a guidance course, so my life seemed much more colorful now.
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday in Bassa at the office, Wednesday from 6 in the morning until 12:00 p.m. I go on an exhausting, in-depth, educational and research tour and return home dead but with super strength for Thursday at the office! Friday is a theoretical study day from 08:00-14:00 at the port campus in Haifa and Saturday experiences with friends and family in training sessions.
This week went from unbearable to really not bad.
Even though I had to submit papers on time, prepare for exams, go on tours and prepare trainings and all while doing 80 percent of a difficult job, I enjoyed every moment and beamed with joy.
During the course it happened or as you learn in the course, it became flesh… I got pregnant. Luckily for me in the late stages of the course.
The tour guide course (of 7 years ago) included 83 mandatory tours and two years of theoretical studies once a week full day.
You have to understand that a tour day starts at 6 and ends at some cemetery in Gideon or something like that, because how is it possible without ending up in cemeteries and for a pregnant woman it’s not the easiest thing.
Let’s not talk about the campuses that are 3-4 days in an area that is far from you, i.e. if you studied your mentor course in Haifa, your campus will be in the Negev, the Arava and the Judean Desert. Intoxication of desert routes, desert vegetation, desert attractions and all in a bus that shakes from place to place. pleasure.
I passed the final exams at the Nation Buildings in Jerusalem with a little baby less than a month old in my arms. I passed and it was great.
I decided that like the clichéd cliché we hear in every reality show – in order for this baby to be happy, he needs a happy mother, and if I already have the license in my hand, why don’t I start being a teacher?
So at first I was mainly involved in planning trips for American families from home (I really liked this job) and on Saturdays I could guide families in all kinds of places in Israel, mainly in Haifa and its surroundings.
When the children grew a little older, I started guiding full time, I discovered that I enjoy it and it fills my day and my life, I enjoyed guiding a single couple as well as a group of 50 retirees, I enjoyed meeting people who live in the Gaza Envelope and suddenly come to visit Caesarea, and I enjoyed meeting Americans who dreamed of their trip to the Land of Israel for the first time the first
The excitement of doing something for the first time, meeting a new person and showing him a place or a person he didn’t know before made me realize that there is no substitute for this profession and the adrenaline it produces (for me of course).
Since then my life has changed, and not only in the aspect of daily routine, but in the aspect of research, interest, deepening in certain topics, I understand that everywhere we go there is history, there is a past, there is a story. If we wander down any street, there is a pretty good chance that the name of the street points to some important case that happened there. Of course, it doesn’t always go that way, especially in new streets.
It’s like you enter a parking lot and curse the one who parked in front of you in a bad way, probably the one in front of him also parked like that and therefore he couldn’t park normally. Things have a (usually logical) reason. I’ve learned to look at both sides of the coin (or at least think I do).
The days of the road guide will never repeat themselves, because he will always meet a new audience, visit a different site and different and strange experiences will happen on his way. This is exactly what I wanted in my life! No more gray day at the office!
