Death of a Teacher

Being a teacher was not a childhood dream. But the chance came along, and I be-ed.

I kept surprising myself during the past months by evolving into the good teacher, even mentor at times, that I was. I even have my own fans. I've never considered myself a likable person in any general sense. So I get amazed when little innocent, vulnerable beings become fond of me when I don't even have a cracker in my hand.

Spending time with the children has been most rewarding. It's such a cliche but they have revived the little girl in me. That's really something you'd have to experience on your own in order to know what it's about. My students have reminded me of how simple some things can be. I'm still searching for the courage to put this lesson in practice by exhibiting cloudless affection for people I adore, or hiding behind my mom when faced with those I don't.

As of this month, I'm a "Missy" no more. I thank all my kids for what valuable memories they've given me, and those I've given them. It's so very exciting to think that some of them will be able to vaguely recall me as part of their English education when they're in their 30's.