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My 'One Day' Has Come!

Registered Date February 05, 2020 Read 234
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Reflection on 2019 SELP Coaching

My ‘One Day’ Has Come!

by Meera Jacob



The year 2019 had definitely been challenging and transformational in many ways. In July I attended the Scranton Ewha Leadership Program, little did I know the effect it would have on me. It was perhaps one of the most memorable week in my life. The people I met there have made a significant impact in my life. Even today we talk and exchange pleasantries and discuss things even though miles apart.

I had initially signed up for the Coaching program out of mere curiosity and now, it is the reason where I am today. I was working as a Communicative English teacher back when I came for SELP 2019. Knowing I wanted to do in life but always held back thinking to myself ‘one day’ I will follow my dreams and passion, right now what was need was a stable job. As rewarding as a profession teaching is, I knew that it is not my cup of tea. I don’t regret the fact that I did it for almost a year, in fact I learned a lot from it and it was time to learn from that and follow my heart. It was during my coaching session with Hae Sook Mam did I get the courage to venture out and follow my dreams. In one of my session in October, she asked me to draw a time line on what my future plans were. Charting out things made more sense to me than it ever did in my head. I realized that ‘one day’ will never come as long as I am in my comfort zone. Soon after that session, I took a leap of faith and applied for doing another MA in Creative Writing, because I have always wanted to work in publishing. Initially it was just a chance I took never expecting anything, it was told that to get into writing school at UK is very difficult. I can never forget the day she asked, if the applications do not go through, do you have a backup plan? It made me think of other things I wanted to achieve in life and the possibilities. Though it didn’t come to that I learnt one of the greatest life lessons, to always have a backup plan. But things started changing when I got my first offer letter. It was the happiest day, someone thought my writing was good enough to be accepted into writing school. It was in November I received the second, third and fourth offer letter. It wasn’t just getting into any college now, there was a choice and it was a difficult decision to make. Again my mentor came in as a saving grace and calmly walked me through the pros and cons, about the university, its location, the content of the courses, actually she made me do it and things started falling into place. She even connected me to her daughter who was an international student on how things are when studying abroad. Things became clearer and I decided on Manchester Metropolitan University after much deliberation.

The catch was the courses started in January and I had no idea if could get things ready in a month. I needed a student loan to get the visa and pay for my tuition and the rest. The visa in itself takes up to twenty days and the Christmas holidays were coming up, it will take up to four weeks to get the loan, there was utter confusion again and the possibilities of going in January seemed so slim. By God’s Grace and literally some angels sent from heaven, everything changed during the last week of December. The visa official turned out to be a batch mate whom I knew personally, hadn’t seen or talked to in six years and the visa came in five days with his help. The bank called and asked for official stamp paper of a certain amount to issue the loan, it was a Friday and there was a total shutdown of all shops due to unrest and it was impossible to get it during the weekends. I and dad were running around trying to find the official stamp paper which is available only near the courts. We were enquiring at a bakery if there is anyone who sells it nearby and this random lady behind us told, “You may have to wait till Monday to get the stamp paper, let me make a call and see” It was the most strenuous ten minutes of my life. She gave us an address to go to and there was a man who had what we needed. A minute before or after if we had gone to the bakery, we would have never have met that woman, literally an angel in disguise. Things started falling into places as if meant to be, as if some greater force is planning and charting a new route, a new destiny. On Tuesday night I was on the flight to Manchester.

Sitting on a couch in the common living room overlooking the busy Piccadilly Station I am happy with the choices made and so glad that I had a mentor to guide me, to push me beyond my comfort zone. Had I not chooses to go for mentoring that day, I wouldn’t be where I am today. What started out as a random curiosity changed the course of my life and I am forever thankful to Scranton and the mentorship program for it took me places.