Pornography of My Inner Universe
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One Step

By Wild Ice
It's not that I'm happy about what I'm doing...
It's not that I enjoy much about it (but I successfully try to enjoy a little bit)...
But I'm happy.. Happy to be working now. And I call this by the word 'job' or 'work' and not another thing for me. Well, yeah, I teach... That's my job. It's my aim to make my students learn. But eversince the very start, this was not my choice.
But I'm so over whining about it. All I yell at myself is that resounding roar "Get to work!!" as loud as how my voice goes in a classroom.
It's a profession to all, even to me, but someday I'll move on. I've accomplished much and it shows that there isn't any impossibility that I will be able to get a great grasp on my REAL GOALS.
I have nothing to complain. I just do my job well. That's all.
And so, I move on... and I raise my foot take one more step forward..............
 

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