Why am I writing like a teacher?

I know more and more that it’s hard to be an educator. It is a responsibility that must be carried on our shoulders, and not everyone can carry this burden. Some maybe able and willing but their destiny is not in this field. For us who had been chosen to be here, we have no choice other than to carry out this responsibility in the best way that we can.

Choices – this is what teaching is mostly about. It is true that the syllabus has been readied for us to follow. But what we bring in class, the choice is ours to make. What we want the students to understand, the choice is ours to make. Whether we want to teach only the surface or deep to the roots, the choice is also ours to make.

We must remember, what we choose, we must consider. Yes, I did write about considering things associated to our students, but remember, we have a life too. Not dedicated is bad, really bad. More dedication towards our profession is good. Over dedicated is also not appropriate. It’s our choice to be which. And it’s soothing to know that we made a right choice, considering all the things that we might affect. But there’s one thing, isn’t making choices is the hardest thing to do in life?

We can never say that we made the right choice until we took it. And time will tell whether what we did is right or wrong. As teachers, the future is in our hands, and choices are as difficult as choosing between life and death. Well, what we have to do is to pray, that the choices that we’ve made and the choices that we will make are the right ones.

How do I choose to end this entry? Well, I choose to end it with a smile. *Smile. :)


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