Woke up at 9.30, stretching my muscles and run to the toilet...trying to gather what's left from my away spirit. Flew to my sista's place while wondering what I am supposed to do with ma kids today. Hmmm..? we shall practice for the performance, I thought. That'd be okay for 45 minutes...Then, asked one of my bros to drop me over to the place I've been going to for 2 straight years back in the 90s. Never imagined I could be attached in a way I could ever imagined with that place. Taught, and now teaching...hell, yea, it's awkward having dozens of pairs of eyes staring and examining.
Turned out the kindy class was chaotic..that loud that it took one of the skool's mentors to lend a hand. For me, it was one honoured moment considering she's actually audiovisualizing how to manage the angelic devils though it is also a correction for this li'l missy on how to control the situation when it's got a li'l carried away. I had no heart feelings, that's for sure. Why do people hafta bother anyway?
The 2nd class was horrible. Hell! that's all I could say. The 3rd, thankfully, was smooth. And now, here I am...waiting for the time to fly until it's time to rendezvous with my companions to go home.
Teaching is certainly NOT an izzy pizzy lemon squeezy task to be done. It takes one's heart and soul to keep up with. Not everyone has the ability nor the right to say that s/he is the greatest teacher. I am now still continuiously learning. It IS challenging, yet the fruit of my labor will definitely taste sweet as heaven. The fact that teacher has the potential to turn zero to hero and rags to riches is priceless, that is the absolute truth.
