We all want everything to be okay. We don’t even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.
-A, Everyday, David Levithan
A teacher always finds solace in the classroom. As soon as s/he is given the teaching load, nothing can compare the enthusiasm that inundates her or his heart as s/he treads even the tedious hallway going to the classroom. Because that four corners become an abode. A turf where s/he and the students engage into discourses that sprout new learning.
Whenever I’m faced with uncertainties regarding my teaching loads, I try to curb my mind thinking of all things positive. I have always been an optimistic person who looks at the brighter side of the world. And knowing that as an educator placed in an academic-title-conscious “edifice”, my hope tends to dwindle like a water swirling its way out of the funnel.
But no. I always wish that everything is OK. At least it will be OK. I may not be the best teacher, but the classroom is one big affirmation that I belong in the academe. That this is all I ever wanted.