I am a TEACHER

Each profession has something to be proud of but I don’t believe that  one profession is better than the other.  I would rather believe that each has its spark that is really and deeply personal that the satisfaction could not really measure by any material wealth that this earth could ever offer.

I am a teacher and I’m proud of that profession. It’s a noble profession according to many and yes to it. It is. And it would be as always an honor to be one of those many sincere, hardworking and mother-like- teachers.

In my childhood years, I dream of becoming a nurse. I expect as always that you would be asking for a reason, simply because I want to be rich. The term ‘rich’ may have an unusual impact but it is true for a child who belongs to a poor family. Indeed, my family belongs to financially unstable yet a family abundant of love and happiness. Back to the original track, I gain my degree of teaching not because I did realize that the world would be needing me to be a teacher but because I want to earn a degree. That’s it. Since my parents told me that they could no longer send me to college I have to absolutely force myself to choose another course then wow, what I hate the most becomes my bread and butter today, TEACHING.

My odyssey in becoming a successful and licensed teacher is not that easy. All journeys are not easy though, yet there is something unique in each journey. At first my course is for the sake of requirements for the competitive and challenging working world but as I take every steps of the process, it changes not only my thinking but my feeling towards teaching.

God knows how much I change. God knows how much I love teaching. He knows everything about my ups and downs just to achieve such extremely adventurous career. He knows how I sincerely push myself just to fill my part as a teacher. I love my kids. I love them much. They are one of my treasures. Though I’m not their mother by blood but I am their mother by worthy guidance and truthful checks of their daily life experience. He knows what I genuinely feel about my worth as a teacher. It makes me smile every time I see my kids learning more than a knowledge coming from textbooks but a learning that is useful in fulfilling life.  In the end, they would say, “Thank you Ma’am. You are the best.” That moment is eternal. It feels authentically personal that can’t be measured by salary  but it is worth the tears, anger, pressure, stress, etc. just to prepare them for their future.

Indeed, the FIRST is enormously unforgettable.  Truly, it is.

Yeah! I’m a teacher.