Teacher

When I was a kid, I wanted to be so many things. A magician, maybe a wizard. A Doctor to treat people. A Business Woman to earn a good amount and establish my name worldwide. Teaching was Never Ever on my list. I used to run away when I had the thought of being in that profession. Coming from an orthodox family, I was given an option that if I need to do a job, it has to be teaching and nothing else as it's the "safest".

I agreed. I tried. I joined a nearby school and did what I am supposed to do wholeheartedly. I either don't do stuff or I do with all interest. 

Anyway, I started teaching. I started learning, inculcating interest. I was given higher classes. I gave a lecture and I went. I was really enjoying. Then I switched one, two, three, four times. Unless I ended up at the job that changed my perspective for teaching forever. I was given Kindergarten. Tiny tots who can't even speak properly, I was doomed. But then...

I started with a journey I couldn't explain that ignited a tender love in my heart. I was a magician and wizard for my kids they would believe all my stories and talks. I was a doctor who would heal them when they get hurt because they can't do it themselves. I may not turn out to be a businesswoman whose name is famous, but my name did get famous among my students, much that when they reached higher classes they used to shout it out from the lobbies and wave hands. I became all that I wanted to be in my childhood, just by being a T. E. A. C. H. E. R.