It's World Teachers' Day!

I was once a teacher. I taught language and reading to elementary school students in this parochial school near our home. I enjoyed teaching, but it wasn’t really my calling. 

What I apparently look like to my student

You see, I never liked children, perhaps because I am the youngest in the family and not used to being with anyone younger than me. Even my nieces and nephews would annoy me sometimes. However, my two-year stint as a teacher taught me how to tolerate even the rowdiest kids. It also made me appreciate children’s innocence, wishing that I myself could go back to the days when I did not have to worry about anything (except acing my exams :P).

Once, I asked my students to write and draw what they want to be when they grow up. Some gave common answers like doctor, nurse, teacher, etc. However, some talked about things that made me go “Aw, that’s cute!” or “So this is what they get from watching too much TV?!” Here are some of them (after the jump).

I suddenly had the urge to blog again

I didn’t really enjoy writing.

Before, I would only write because it was a school requirement or because it was my duty to do so as a member of our school publication. I was not like other writers who would wake up one morning with the urge to write, or would come up with a good topic while on a jeepney and then not sleep until they used up all the ink of their pen writing about it. For them, writing is life, but for me, it is a task.

What made me decide to take up journalism in college then? When I think of it, writing seems to be the ONLY thing I’m really good at. Ask me what my talent is and I will give you a blank stare. Singing? Mediocre. Dancing? Only if my life depended on it. I’m naturally charming, but that ain’t a skill, right? :P Thus, I took up the course. However, journalism was not really my first choice.