Students find the opportunity to ask their teachers some personal questions when the teacher runs out of things to say, especially if the lesson is over and there is a free time before the next period arrives. I was caught in one event when out of the blue a student asked me, “Do you really want to become a teacher?” I had an immediate answer but I had to parry the question to avoid any issue.

Months have passed and as the days make me grow, I grow tired of working. No, not generally about working but particularly about my work as an educator. I’ve said this over and over again and I will state once more: This is not really my dream job. It just so happened that I graduated on this profession and then I had to find an immediate job. So here it is… But here I am; exhausted.

There isn’t any job that is not really tiring. But this one forces out all of my complaints because I don’t really love what I’m doing. I like in some way like for example, I get to meet different sorts of human characteristics (my favorite subject!). I get to observe a lot about this generation. AND also, I get to teach them to communicate AND to MAKE SENSE WITH THEIR LIVES (especially my homeroom). But this is not my passion. Teaching is a very NOBLE (MOST NOBLE, I may say) profession. Teaching is a door that welcomes its pupils to great opportunities of exploring the world. But this is not for me.

What? I’ll end up becoming a call-center agent? … No, it’s not a profession and is never part of my dreams. But maybe for some financial reason, yeah, why not? But I want more. I want to pursue my passion in writing, in song writing, in photography, and many more arts mostly connected to the media.

I’ll get there someday. I’m glad when people I know are living their dreams already—because I wish I was strong enough to do so for myself. But I’ll get there… It starts NOW….