My favorite subject in school was English Literature. I had the most inspiring teacher — a woman of confidence, grace, and quiet strength. She carried herself with such assurance and authenticity that you couldn’t help but admire her. She was sharp, witty, passionate, and unapologetically herself — the kind of woman who made you want to rise to your own potential.
Under her guidance, I fell completely in love with the written word. English Literature wasn’t just about analysing poetry or dissecting novels; it was about exploring humanity — emotion, resilience, heartbreak, courage. It opened my world to stories and voices far beyond my own, and taught me how words could shape thought, emotion, and even change.
It spoke to my creative side — the part of me that finds joy in expression, empathy in storytelling, and calm in reflection. I loved the rhythm of language, the beauty of interpretation, the way one line could mean something entirely different to each person in the room. To this day, being lost in a good book feels like home.
In a sea of subjects that had to be done, English Literature was the one I wanted to do. It grounded me, challenged me, and gave me a lifelong love for stories — not just those on the page, but the ones we live and tell every day.
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