On leaving, pt.2
...And this time it´s not me who´s packing up the bags. It´s funny (and incredible at the same time) how people can make friends so quickly and find the ones they like in the strangest of places. And that´s what today´s story is about. When I started teaching, I wasn´t so happy with the choice I made, because I never could imagine myself as someone whose mission was to share knowledge and experience and be the responsible one. Clearly, it wasn´t only me, having this opinion. When sharing the news, one of my oldest friends got into some kind of shock, exclaiming “What the f***, the hell must have frozen over!” Frankly, I thought the same thing. He knows me well and clearly thinks that I am the one still in need of someone responsible watching over me. Which is, honestly, kinda true. BUT! That´s the beauty of teaching at high school; it´s full of young adults who, at this point, should have their own opinions formed and possess at least a little sense of responsibility ...