Im Hafize I m an English teacher at fine arts high school. ı have been teaching English for 17 years.ı have music and art class students.

"Hey, Selin!" I called out, my voice steady and clear. "Do you think we could actually navigate London for real one day?"

She turned around, a bright smile lighting up her face. "With our ten pounds and imaginary maps? Definitely. But next time, I’m bringing a real sandwich."

We laughed, but beneath the joke, there was a new spark of ambition. Mrs. Çağlayan’s lesson had stayed with us. We realized that every word we learned was a brick, building a bridge to people and places we had once only dreamed of.

That evening, I didn't just open my red notebook to memorize vocabulary. I opened it to write a letter to a pen pal in a country I had never visited. I wasn't afraid of making mistakes anymore. Each "broken" sentence was a step toward being understood.

The "missing luggage" was gone, but we had found something much more valuable: our voices.

I realized that we weren't just students in a classroom anymore; we were travelers preparing for a much bigger journey. As I walked home, I noticed how the world around me seemed full of stories waiting to be told in different languages.