I realized why I liked being a
teacher. And still liking it. Which is an overstatement, considering that I’m
just being employed for about a month or so. But seriously, I like being
address Mr Tan or teacher or Master Tan or even Monster Tan, for all it
matters.
It
is good to know that, there are people left in this world that could/would
look up to you, inspired by you, scared of you, shaped by you, learned
something from you. At least, in their eyes, I was someone- respectable,
knowledgeable, and commendable. Kids… are just so pure, so innocent, so naïve,
easy to please (well, to a certain extent), easy to distract and so full of
life.
At the very least, you don’t see
spite in their eyes or them, looking down and breathing down your neck like an
angry bull. At least, when I’m with them, I’m very happy to see those happy
faces looking up to you. That, there’s still hope. That, it’s not the
apocalypse (yet) when half of the people in the world are those who judge you,
look down upon you, hate you. That the other half, are the people who are there
to accept you readily and open-armed.
I love my job.
Most sincerely,
Tan.
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