I am serious when I said "Get your book and let's start!"
“Teaching is my passion” - that is one of the many things I would not forget from my former chemistry professor.
I am not good in chemistry. That is the second subject to Math that I really suck. Though, after I had class with this professor of mine when I was still university student, not only in chemistry I have improved, but it drastically changed my point of view in this subject.
I remember my professor; he is not the normal one. He is the type that I could not even imagine how he has become a professor. I can’t put into simple words how playful he was, and I think he still is now. When we talk to each other the topics are so crazy! Like, talking ill about other professors (they deserve it, they really suck!), saying bad words to each other just to emphasize each stupidity when something stupid happens (and we really mean those words!), and forgetting that we have a boundary; me, being his student and him, being my professor.
Even if we are like that or in other words, he is like that, I never lose my respect to him. As a matter of fact, I really look up to him.
Look at me now. I am now a teacher in an academy. I think I looked up to my professor too much that’s why I left everything and chose this job. (And what I said was a joke.)
I think almost all people still can’t believe that I chose to be a teacher. It could be not in a normal school but still, I am teaching people. I think I’ve found what I really want in my life now. Of the many jobs I have experienced, this is the one that I felt not only happiness, but what everyone looks for, fulfillment. Going back to the very old me, the low self esteem and not so confident me, I could say I can’t even imagine myself to be where I am now. I remember before I don’t even want to share my ideas to anyone because I always feel that it might be wrong.
I’ve really changed a lot. I became more confident. I am now fond of sharing my ideas to everyone, especially if I know that it would really be a big help. I think this teaching job, even if the time duration is short, made me realized a lot of things.
I maybe always playing too much with my students to the point I get bruises, but that is just because I want them to learn respect. Respect, not because I am strict. Respect, not because I am their teacher and they are obliged to do that. Respect, because we are all in the same level, everyone deserves to be respected.
I maybe too much forgiving to the point I don’t put cross marks in their wrong answers, but that is because I want them to learn. Learn, not only by memorizing. Learn, not only by guessing the right answer in a multiple choice type of question. Learn, by knowing what mistakes they have done. I believe that when I don’t murder their books with red cross marks from my pen and ask them to pinpoint what is wrong with their answers, it’s on a higher probability that they would not do the same mistakes again. (Or else I would bluntly tell them “What the hell??”, “Are you stupid?”, “Use your brain!” - but that would only be applicable to older students.)
I maybe too much of a “not normal” teacher in their eyes, but I make it sure that at the end of the day, there is something new and sensible that they have learned.
Going back to my professor, I think I have adapted his teaching style, also, considering the fact that I have an innate personality of being crazy. I now understand why my professor is like that. It is because a real teacher is not only made to teach students, but to mold them -- not only academically, but holistically.
See? This is quite a big realization. I’ve really changed. I am becoming mature. Is this me? Hello? Are you really me?
I am not good in chemistry. That is the second subject to Math that I really suck. Though, after I had class with this professor of mine when I was still university student, not only in chemistry I have improved, but it drastically changed my point of view in this subject.
I remember my professor; he is not the normal one. He is the type that I could not even imagine how he has become a professor. I can’t put into simple words how playful he was, and I think he still is now. When we talk to each other the topics are so crazy! Like, talking ill about other professors (they deserve it, they really suck!), saying bad words to each other just to emphasize each stupidity when something stupid happens (and we really mean those words!), and forgetting that we have a boundary; me, being his student and him, being my professor.
Even if we are like that or in other words, he is like that, I never lose my respect to him. As a matter of fact, I really look up to him.
Look at me now. I am now a teacher in an academy. I think I looked up to my professor too much that’s why I left everything and chose this job. (And what I said was a joke.)
I think almost all people still can’t believe that I chose to be a teacher. It could be not in a normal school but still, I am teaching people. I think I’ve found what I really want in my life now. Of the many jobs I have experienced, this is the one that I felt not only happiness, but what everyone looks for, fulfillment. Going back to the very old me, the low self esteem and not so confident me, I could say I can’t even imagine myself to be where I am now. I remember before I don’t even want to share my ideas to anyone because I always feel that it might be wrong.
I’ve really changed a lot. I became more confident. I am now fond of sharing my ideas to everyone, especially if I know that it would really be a big help. I think this teaching job, even if the time duration is short, made me realized a lot of things.
I maybe always playing too much with my students to the point I get bruises, but that is just because I want them to learn respect. Respect, not because I am strict. Respect, not because I am their teacher and they are obliged to do that. Respect, because we are all in the same level, everyone deserves to be respected.
I maybe too much forgiving to the point I don’t put cross marks in their wrong answers, but that is because I want them to learn. Learn, not only by memorizing. Learn, not only by guessing the right answer in a multiple choice type of question. Learn, by knowing what mistakes they have done. I believe that when I don’t murder their books with red cross marks from my pen and ask them to pinpoint what is wrong with their answers, it’s on a higher probability that they would not do the same mistakes again. (Or else I would bluntly tell them “What the hell??”, “Are you stupid?”, “Use your brain!” - but that would only be applicable to older students.)
I maybe too much of a “not normal” teacher in their eyes, but I make it sure that at the end of the day, there is something new and sensible that they have learned.
Going back to my professor, I think I have adapted his teaching style, also, considering the fact that I have an innate personality of being crazy. I now understand why my professor is like that. It is because a real teacher is not only made to teach students, but to mold them -- not only academically, but holistically.
See? This is quite a big realization. I’ve really changed. I am becoming mature. Is this me? Hello? Are you really me?