My past teaching career was not only about broadening mind and making connections, but also made me forever attached to the title of 'teacher'.
I understand that being a teacher is such an honorable vocation, that I would like to uphold it's sanctity by removing myself from the flock, because I didn't think I deserve such ordained position. I realise that everytime I reflect myself, I wouldn't make a great teacher considering my habits and immaturity. Perhaps.
So I don't want my students to epitomize those traits, to idolize this corrupted me. Not now. Maybe as I finish my course later those right feelings will bloom. But it can't wait.
Because last few visits to that school, those students still acknowledged me as their respected teacher. Which made me burst into laughter. Or teardrops. The moment was hilarious because my clothing wasn't appearing teacher-like, it's more to whore-like. And the touching part was they still address me as their teacher.
Now I learn that being a teacher is perennial, it perpetuates in the student's mind, no matter how temporary being one.
And I received a few texts from my students, one was from an unexpected entity, which was 8-year-old girl. And she was curiously asking about my holiday plans and so forth.
So I decided to develop a better personality, then teaching won't be so hard on me. Hopefully. And little girl, have a wonderful holiday. Teacher bless you, despite your whines and yells that made my patience running thin, I still love you. And I appreciate your effort to text me, eventhough I've already deleted them all.
Cheers.
