I most certainly go into teaching again if I had to do it all over again.
Back when I was a child, I never dream of becoming an educator, for the reason that, my father is already a teacher and some of my siblings. I just thought that some of my family members are enough contribution to education and I just don’t want to include myself on it anymore. Secondly, at a young age, it planted in my mind the tedious work of a teacher. I always saw them reading their lessons, making lesson plan, recording student’s achievement and the likes. It’s like working in school but it’s still not enough thus, needed to bring paperworks at home. I certainly hate them seeing doing those things.
But looking in their eyes, I haven’t seen any regrets. What I saw is contentment and peace of mind on the job they've chosen. Imparting, embracing and inspiring others lives are enough for them. But still, I disregarded it.
After I graduated in high school my father asked me if I wanted to become an educator. I said no. Not in my dreams and never! Then my father simply agreed.
But I was really born to be a teacher, I supposed. Turmoil hit my family that time. It collapses our finances. My dream of becoming someone else’ gone.
Then I decided to pursue this course. Sincerely, I hated it at first. But I learned to love it as time passes by. My anticipation changes when I entered unto this arena. I realized that being a teacher has helped me grow personally more patient, considerate, kind and understanding. It fostered my ability to learn and develop, to embrace learning as a tool for success and to keep abreast on the many changes.
I realized that the responsibilities are beyond compare. The rewards are not monetary, but seeing the joy on the face of a child who has succeeded at something he struggles to accomplish is a huge compensation for us.
Now I understand my father. Thus if ever he ask me again, I will answer him without hesitation. I most certainly go to teaching again if I had to do it all over again.
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