Richard Ferguson: the journey so far
An unexpected start
Growing up in Durham, in the north-east of England – a place far closer to Scotland than to France, both geographically and culturally – there was little to suggest that I would end up spend my working life in foreign languages. In fact, had it not been for a change of heart and a fateful meeting, I might never have ended up where I am today. It all changed in the space of a week, when I was 16 and had just started my A-levels. A week into term, I decided economics was not for me (although I did work in finance later!) and took French instead, one of my favourite subjects from secondary school. A decision, although I didn’t know it then, that would have some very far-reaching consequences.
As I opened the classroom door for my first hour of French, I was met with a chorus of laughter! Initially confused, I then realised why there had been such a reaction. As I scanned the room, twenty or so girls looked back at me. Not one boy! Within no time at all, I was nevertheless made to feel very welcome by my fellow students and our teacher, Mr. Burton, was delighted to have another male in the class, a status that I came to enjoy too. But it was quite the start!
