I call them my children, although technically, they are not. I pinned the cards and words of appreciation they have written right in front of my on the corkboard.
I am slightly stressed out these days as I aim to give my best and achieve as much as I can. Yet the stress levels can fog my mind to such as extent that it is unbreathable. Yet, the moment I lift my head and read what they have written, especially from P6 Respect, my heart melts and I find the energy to move on. While they are not the kind who will actively sought your attention of speak to you, they are able to express their thougths and feelings through words. This is in spite of their limited and construed command of the English Language.
Looking at what they have written and thinking back to the lessons I had with them, I know that they have enjoyed their time with me. Life is not always a bed of roses. We are not happy every moment of our lives. But I know that for the few minutes in their school life, they experienced some degree of joy and fun. This constant reminder of the joy they had spurs me on to work hard and not let them down. These children deserve the best teachers that this world can provide them. And having been given the chance to be a teacher, it is my role and responsibility to maximise my potential so that I can pass on my skills, knowledge and thoughts to them to allow them to make better choices and lead better lives in the future.
Children are innocent beings brought into this world. While it is beneficial to experience some downs in their lives, there are simply some aspects such as education and development which should not be compromised. For them, I will hang on and persevere. For they are my children..my joy...my love...my happiness...and I only want the best for them so that they can be good people who will ultimately find their destiny in this world.
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