Three more weeks of work at the bank! I’m
glad to have had a place with First Farmers for the past year and a
half, but I’m looking forward to getting back to what I really enjoy
doing: teaching. I’ve tried to do other things in my life, but I keep coming back to the fact that I’m just a born teacher.
I
decided when I was four years old that I would be a teacher someday—at
the time, it was because I wanted to get to write on a chalkboard. Now, that’s the thing I like least about it; chalkboards give me the creeps. I live in fear of accidentally touching my fingernail to a board. That reminds me; I need to see if I can find one of those chalk holders that some of my teachers used to write with. Maybe that would make it a little better! When
I taught in China before, the chalk we were supplied with was brittle;
it would break easily if you wrote too enthusiastically. My students would laugh when I would say, three or four times every class period, “I hate chalk!!” I’m dreaming of having a classroom with power point capability, but I know not to get my hopes up.
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