No Teacher
Yesterday…
I missed the chance to get a summer job as a head teacher for a summer art workshop for kids. Yesterday was like a ‘deadline’ for me to call if I wanna join the team or not. I was staring at my cellphone, undecided whether to send an SMS to the “Big Boss.’
I decided not to, after all.
Yes, there’s fulfillment when the kids learn under your wing… There’s pride and priceless moments… It’s just that, I have realized I am not a teacher material.
Why? When I heard about the offer, what immediately came to mind was the money– not the job. What kind of teacher will I be? I won’t be able to commit to the task, because I have a hidden agenda. The children will suffer if I continued. No. It is best that I save them, and their parent’s money, from my selfless thoughts…
