It has been two weeks after my interview at MOE to be a teacher. I am still waiting for their reply as to whether I am successful or not. THe wait is killing me. Thoughts of being a teacher, conducting lessons, correcting the homework of the students, being angry at the students for not behaving in class and so on. Any possible thoughts and experiences of a being a teacher keep running through my mind. Last night, amidst my cough and sore throat, I dreamt that I was not accepted into the teaching profession. In my dream, I felt sad. This morning, I wake to the cloudy skies. The first thing that came to my mind was whether I would hear news about my application. The pining for acceptance into the teaching profession is really testing my patience.

Dear Lord

I pray for a miracle. I pray that I can realise my dream of becoming a teacher. I pray that I can be given a chance to show the young ones what the world has to offer. I want to be there to encourage them and show them that there is still hope. WHen they need someone to talk to, I want to be there for them. When they need encouragement amidst obstacles, I want to be there to support them. When they want to achieve success, I want to be there to help them along the way. When they want to know how beautiful and how big the world is, I want to be there to show them what I have seen.

I may not have been a good girl all my life to deserve this opportunity. But I pray that I can make it up by giving love, care and concern so that the young ones will not have to go through what I went through. I want them to grow up knowing that there is love and hope in this world after all.

This is all I ask for.