One day, I was supply teaching and was taking my students into the hall for a special assembly. As our class entered the hall, this song was being played in the background. The students were told that a teacher was leaving, and as a surprise, the whole school will be singing this song to the teacher on her last day. As the students begin to sing the song as a rehearsal, it started giving me chills up my spine. It doesn't do justice with me telling you this; it has to be something you have to experience yourself in a hall with 500 students singing this song together.
It gave me memories of when I left my teaching post in Geraldton. I remember the principal calling out myself and some of my fellow teachers to the front of the assembly. I recall how sad it was to be at the front. If the school sang this song to me at that moment, I'll probably be crying my head off and it doesn't matter whether I am a guy or not.
Teaching has given me a mixture of good and bad memories (mostly good). Although I am regaining my passion through supply teaching in London, I can't see myself having my own classroom again. Last week I was offered a teaching position for the next academic year for a school I have been doing supply with, as the deputy said she was impressed with what I was doing. However, I rejected the offer. There is too much pressure from others and myself to be a teacher. I don't want to relive what I went through last year and how depressed I was in my job.
I do put my hats off to all teachers around the world and I do think that we are ONE of the greatest professions in this world (as perfectly described by this song)!
