Teaching stuffs

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I am almost done with my two internships now.Some five or six years back,when i was a student of class eleven in St.Michael's School,i could hardly think, that some day i would come back,in the same school to teach class eleven and i am so grateful to Mr.Jones,our new principal,who gave me the opportunity to teach the senior classes, knowing and considering that i was just an English Honours graduate and a novice in the job field.All that i had to face was two interviews,and trust me when i say that he did not even ask for my CV,and did not bother to look into my mark sheets.I have learned so much from this place and it won't be wrong to say that whatever i am today,it is only cause of my school.I learned all the bad and good(mostly good) things from this school as a student and i don't regret the bad things i learned as a student.Staying with the tag of a 'good girl' is so boring after all.This school made my family proud when i was selected as the House captain and honoured with a badge in front of the entire school and my parents,this school made my parents proud again one week back,when it gave me the first salary of my life.In the past one month i have realized that teaching is not easy.I am obviously not talking about mere instructors,who don't even care for the welfare of the students and wait for just one thing-their salary.I feel proud when i say that having seen one good teacher in my life was enough an experience for me,to take a serious step in my life towards teaching.When i entered a classroom,i was not the only one who use to teach,because even my students taught me so much.When i lectured my senior students,i made it a point to make the class interesting and there were days when my students asked for an extra class,because they loved my teaching.I think this is what matters to me.I always told my students that not everyone is going to like you,for what you do but always work for those who will and this was my attitude throughout this one month.My colleagues were so against me because being post graduates with their B.Ed degrees,they were teaching classes in between six and eight,but i was teaching class eleven by being just a graduate.But i think a few days back,one of my students quoted me on facebook and that was the time i realized that i have been successful in making some sort of an impression on their minds and i am still in touch with my students who text me regularly.I am also thankful to the students for their lovely gifts.Intellectuals claim that education has gone in the hands of idiots,and i won't deny that.Most people shout inside the classroom,and hardly do they teach.Most people are technical in their approach towards studies and can't teach because they don't love learning and end up being a teacher because they want to earn.Teaching is a wonderful profession for those who want to teach and know how to teach.If you think that you can be a teacher when you have nothing else to look forward to,then you are wrong.Teaching is one of the most difficult things on earth,and very interesting and fruitful for those who are really teachers.It was a nice experience.Time to leave home and proceed towards my post graduation classes.I am happy with my present college and i am looking forward to meet new brains.Let the coming years be eventful.

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