Step in class wide eyes open,
Smile brightly to meet pupils,
With a gesture and fine looks,
Proudly stand with confidence.
Start my class with untold story.
Some girls look inquisitive,
Some boys seem didn’t really care,
Few of them find themselves lost in confusion,
Why she’s here in my class anyway?
One student, seven feet tall,
Suddenly come over with weird face,
Measure his height and me with his white hand,
Turn out laughing hard with his friends,
Maybe because I’m shorter than them.
I look around with a brief thought,
I conclude they had a little mistrust of me,
Even I look different on some sides,
I come here to teach and educate.
As I teach, I was wrong in so many ways,
They never judge or mistrust me,
They feel accepted and acquire love,
I honestly stand in front on my first day,
By pouring out the confidence to them.
Face my day with enjoyable moments,
Getting attention and lots of love,
Happen to see they learn happily,
Cheering out loud seeing a sight of me.
I come here to teach,
But I actually learn,
From their stories and also ideas,
Sometimes constant but yet tricky
Feel the uniqueness in each one of them.
I finally find a truth,
A relevant meaning behind it,
Teaching is not only about giving,
It’s accepting without limits,
Care disregard on their status,
Live their hope to achieve dreams.
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