Note: Advance Teacher’s Day ranting.
While I was cleaning my work space at home, I found these two photos.
During our orientation day enrolling into teaching college. This was back in 2004.
One of our programs while in teaching college. We were asked to gather plants and flowers for our Herbarium project.
We only have less than one year to absorb everything about teaching. Yet, all I could remember was everything but teaching. Don’t get me wrong. I know what I was doing when I enrolled in but that brief one year was all spelled with fun and excitement. Even the one week orientation felt fun due to the fact I met lots of new exciting people. All bound to be teachers.
The assignments, the lectures, lecturers, outings, extra-curricular involvements, friends.
Brief stint yet a memorable one.
I didn’t really feel I was doing my teaching practice a.k.a. practicum during the 3 months we were sent to school. Perhaps, in between applying the theories we learned in lecture class and experiencing a real one, I was more tight up with my involvement in KAGUM (sports for inter-teaching colleges nationwide).
Only when I was posted to school for real that I learned how to navigate myself as a teacher, an educator. Perhaps, it’s in my nature. Or maybe having two elder brothers as teachers influenced me to like my profession. I have to say, never a day have I feel any regrets to committing myself into teaching profession.
I told myself, maybe it’s too early to judge. After all, I was only a year old teacher.
Two years gone.
Five years gone.
Now into my eighth year and still I feel the same way I felt the first time I went into my first class. Thank you Lord.
I have to admit, I am in my most comfort zone now. Glad I have friends who keep asking if I rather stay in my comfort zone or go out exploring other possibilities. That makes me think. Gives me the nudge I should get once in a while.
Five years down the road, I might still be here.
Ten years down the road, it could be a different scenario already.
I don’t want to be the person who sits looking at people moving a statue. I want to be that person moving the statue.
What do you think of your job?
Just a job? Or a passion?
Till next post!