Transition

Back in my school days, learning was an absolute hassle. I despised most of the teachers for demanding homeworks, groaned in most weekdays that needs sheer focus in classes, and the other typical feelings of a high schooler. Classes, homeworks, pissed teachers, beastly seniors, and haughty classmates.

I was fat and uninteresting to look at, I was a sore in the eye. My flabby tummy never cease protruding like a skanky beer drinker. 

So I dreamed of growing into some sort of hotshot, a debonair that will steal attention from nasty Brangelina. I was planning on becoming interconnected with entertainment industry, perhaps a TV host, or at least a news reader on TV. I used to stare at mirror for 2 hours just pretending to be one. Teenage dreams, and it was naive.

Since I heart English, like it's in my flesh and blood, though I'm a bloody Asian, I've never stopped dreaming. Every morning as soon as sunrise I would turn on TV and watch NTV7 The Breakfast Show. It was more like a lesson than a watch, I was studying the gestures and enunciation of a host. But it was back then.

Now that I'm enrolling TESOL, sooner will be in University of Auckland, I've but to be a teacher. An English teacher. Those dreams are still engraved inside, I still wished to be one. But growing up, I moved on. Being a teacher is not so bad anyway. I get the chance to be anyone, a TV host, a role model, a singer, a doctor, everyone. And the best thing of all is the points for hereafter. And the infinite love showered by my students.

I can't wait to be one. Though deep inside another side of me is weeping, because I fail to hold against my childhood dream. Perhaps I'll be one. One day. Maybe.

But before anything I have a pledge to fulfill, a word to keep. That dream will reside until it erupt one day. 

And I need to work on my transition from a student to a teacher. A sparky and inspiring one.

Cheers!   : )