I teach because I feel like the potter in my hands taking innocent minds to go through my classes will become precious elements of social pottery. I teach because I have the opportunity to share with real human beings, people of flesh and blood. With the wrong people, who stumbles and falls and is raised without surrendering or curse. I teach because it is the only way to pay me while I have fun. Maybe I should explain better.
As a teacher, I feel the same feeling nice, feels the same excitement that my neighbor’s car while driving his brand new latest model. I teach because my students, that is, my people gives me the privilege of having their confidences, to express their disappointments and manifest their dreams. I am a teacher because the army a profession to be so challenging, which is also very easy and also quite difficult. It is unpleasant and sometimes unfair my profession. But he has something special, over the injustice and ingratitude, I like being a teacher. But something else that I have not told yet: since I’m not working teacher. I have said those who know the work that this is very hard and ugly.
I saw it myself while working in other trades, ie, when not yet had the joy of being a teacher. But instead now … Now the hard work I do not feel. Because, how can I call my favorite distraction work? I teach because I love the magical moment when I discover attentive eyes, an open mind an optimistic face, a posture of enthusiasm with them marched on the path of agreement and shared successes. And I’m also a teacher because I love the wrinkled brow of the student incredulous, half-closed eyes which certainly confused the naive question of the affirmation of man challenging critical … these gestures, these actions and their owners, let me know that I’m still human and I can be wrong. I teach because I believe God has confidence in me.