This week raised questions. Questions that I am yet to find the answer. It seems to me that my own fate is toying with me because I just don’t know how to work the job I chose to do.
I am weak at being a creative person, I suck at art, my handwriting is not good either, I don’t have that “aura” to cement my place as a teacher, I can’t even raise my voice and lastly, I find it hard to be one with the class. I haven’t even started teaching and yet my mind is filled with thoughts that hurts me. I am my own enemy, that’s a given fact but I also can’t seem to fight that enemy inside me and it is frustrating because I want to grow for the better, I don’t want to stay like this for life. I need to be better.
My teachers before always lecture us on how hard their job was and how we as students need to cooperate for us to also learn. I think I’m getting it now. However, I still feel scared for some unknown reason.
An entry of a Student-Teacher 