I have become a bit of a workaholic the last few weeks. I am driven by my want and need for personal satisfaction. I hate failing.
The last 3 weeks have been full of 12-15 hour days. Working to become a teacher. Working on my future career. Working to be the best teacher i can be.
I taught year 11 Biology to the head of sciences class last week. Six lessons full of ecology, the interactions between communities and energy flow. Yesterday was the final lesson, before the bell rang a student got up on behalf of the class and thanked me for teaching them, they had learnt so much, she said i would be a great teacher and they all hoped i could teach them next year.
A big smile is on my face every time i think of them all clapping and giving me the praise i so dearly needed. The students appreciated me, and my lessons. My mentors feedback and my grades at the end of the year mean so little now. I will always remember them, Vina, Georoge and even naughty Vincent who insisted on singing at random times during my lessons.
A great moment, a wonderful little memory to fill my heart.