I miss my family, friends, food within reach and most of all I miss teaching.
Maybe it's my hormones but yes I DO miss my job. After all, it was a dream job.
I miss teaching my J and K, although from what I hear they are getting hormonal as well *LOL*
Yesterday, out of nowhere, my student Aqil came to mind and tears flowed down my cheeks. Is it possible he was thinking about me too? Only God knows that I guess.
Moreover at the moment I'm reading Mitch Albom's Tuesdays with Morrie which is another tear jerker since the main character dies after teaching his student a final lesson in life.
Which made me thought how I taught my kids in the past two years. Since I've been with two classes since they were in Form 1, a teacher can't help wondering whether life lessons have been imparted other than the subject I was to deliver. I think what they learn unconsciously is what matters.
*sigh* the ramblings of a housewife cum former teacher.
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