11 years ago, with valuable help from my niece, I wrote my first English essay on what I want to be when I grow up. This was all about being a good English teacher partly because this was the only subject I excelled at that time.
This dream was made true 1.5 years ago, went well without significant troubles following through on those high school, college years, and now after-college life.
I love it. Being a teacher, for the first time in life, helps me reveal an important understanding that my existence is meaningful for others. This went against my old view; that I am useless, a mere waste of space and resource.
The direct exposure to formal education practices and my simple observation have made the call even louder and clearer that teaching is really my call.
Nonetheless, a further question that often arises recently is, is this formal education the only form of teaching? I am positive, No! It's only one of the types.
Teaching can take many different forms. It's more like water; fluid, flexible, and observable concept, fitting to any containers perfectly yet naturally.
The basic idea of teaching is about helping others and one self to understand lives and their world better and brighter. That's enough of my personal definition.
What is in my mind now? I am quitting my current job as a teacher in formal education. There are some aspects of it that do not go well with my own principles and nature.
I have been struggling hard to bargain, test, and really put my every thought on it and always find some clashing ideas in mind brings me negative emotional influence, which is personally not good in a longer term.
So, the questions stands to what am I going to do? I love writing and somewhat enjoy readings and thinking. Let me begin with these three starters. Let’s see how the story will turn next year.
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