In my fours years of teaching, I’ve come to realize that this vocation has many faces. As varied as the teacher themselves.
Teaching is a glimpse of parenthood.
Teaching is like being a schizophrenic-being the boss inside the classroom but being a friend in the hallways.
Teaching is a venue for frustrated actors and actresses who love the stage and attention.
Being a teacher is being a mentor, inspiring my students to fly and reach for their stars whereas I walk going home.
Being a teacher means I tightrope walk that fine line between what the school envisions and want the parents demand.
Being a teacher means igniting the fire within my students but being there before they get burned.
Being a teacher means challenging my students to question, wonder, and create.
Being a teacher means clapping and cheering loudly when my students win, but remaining stoic when students cheer for me all in the name of teaching modesty and humility.
Being a teacher means walking the talk. A daily moral struggle, if I may say.
Being a teacher means being that person whose love is like that of a mother/father to a child but can detach when, after another school year, the child moves away to another grade.
Being a teacher means being an observer of a child—from the day the toddler gives you a million hugs to that day that the teenager passes you by without so much as a wave or “hello”. And still being there.
Being a teacher means being that mom in “I Love You Forever”.
Finally, being a teacher means dedicating one’s life for a better society. A better Philippines. A dream that may take up more than this lifetime to actually happen.