The Confession of a Teacher

I always get nervous on the first day of teaching a new class.

I don’t always know what I talk about. I just look like I do.

I get lost in the middle of talking about something (while teaching) because I totally forget what I say before.

Good looking students motivate me to teach better. Because they tend to be less intelligent than the average looking students.

There are always a few students every now and then who try to pick me up with the cheesiest lines ever.

A student had once told me that my fly was undone while I was babbling about some grammar rules. Fortunately, he did this privately. Unfortunately, some might already saw it and talked about it behind my back.

When really on to something, I tend to spit out more amount of saliva than I should. I think this is the curse of being a teacher.

I secretly enjoy giving hell to the students who deserve it.

The most challenging part of being a teacher is not about teaching the slow-witted ones, but it’s about  teaching the ones with the attitudes.

I gossip about the good looking students to the other female teachers – and sometimes even to the male teachers as well.

I’ve gotten a teddy bear, a heart-shaped furry pillow with my picture on it, a plastic rose (given as a special magic show performance by the students when they were graduating), an Elmo- lookalike mobile holder and a couple of t-shirts with the name of the company and the class number emblazoned on them as parting gifts from the students.

I’m still working on teaching students who are far much older than me without making them think that they can do whatever they want just because I’m younger.

Sometimes it gets so tiring having to smile and greet back all the students who greet me all day, just because that’s what they’re expected to do once they work on board and we, the teachers, are their guinea pigs.

I’m a very impatient teacher, actually. Five seconds is simply too long to answer one simple question.

I don’t agree to the idea of giving extra homework but most of the times I have no choice.

The students think I look younger than my age.

I get the feeling some pervy students really like it when I teach them because I look hot in navy uniform.

Almost 70% of my students have Facebook accounts.

They want to add me in their Friends List.

I don’t add all of them because I’m a picky teacher.

Seeing my students graduate is still the best feeling ever. Sometimes it makes me want to cry. So far, I’ve managed to hold it in.

When the management gives me so much crap, the students always manage to make me feel better almost immediately.