The other day a co-worker of mine, who is also a teacher of English, said, "You are such a lover of English." It got me thinking. Did I love English?
The answer that immediately came to me was no. It doesn't seem that I love it. It is true, when I was in my early teens, I was aware that I loved it. I lived far from the school and it took me one and a half hours to go there. I remember studying a book about English conversation on the train. I tried to learn every phrase on it. The ninety minutes passed like a moment. I was so concentrated. But now, I feel I must take an interest in English. It is my job and it is necessary for me to learn everything I can before my lesson begins. It is because of this sense of responsibility that I spoke to the co-worker about the word "nearly" at that time. It was used in a sentence in a somewhat unusual context, so it attracted my attention. It struck me as something I had to pay a special attention to. This special attention was, I believe, what gave the co-worker the impression that I loved English.