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The TellTales of a Teacher: What do you want to become when you grow up?

 

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Growing up I have wanted to be a lot of things. I remember planes really did fascinate me...like how does something so huge and heavy manage to float in air. Out of curiosity, I decided when I grow up, I want to become a pilot. By class six, out of peer pressure I shifted geers, everyone wanted to be come a doctor and so did I. By class seven half of the class had read Ben Carson and every doctor in the room now wanted to become a neurosurgeon...and you know what guys, so did I haha. Well, by class eight my grades were good enough so I entered high school still wanting to become a doctor, not a neurosurgeon this time though, but a pediatrician. That actually sounded classy to me and I too wanted to be associated with class. 

There was this moment in form two that I watched some clip on cesarian section...or that term they use when they refer to  delivery through surgery. With that my dream of becoming a doctor died, that thing gave me goosebumps and I made peace with the fact that medicine and blood wasn't meant for me. It was at this moment that confusion kicked in on what I really wanted to be come. So when anyone asked what I wanted to become, I would simply say... when I grow up, I want to be rich. 

Well, one of the things I actually swore I would never be was a teacher. I actually had told Malcolm, my longest serving deskmate in highschool that I'd rather be a shopkeeper (which I actually became) than become a teacher but guess what guys ...haha! 

I am in my fourth year, last semester on campus taking a Bachelor's degree in Education with a major in Guidance and counseling, something I really never thought of growing up. The difference is that I'm actually loving it thanks to my attachment. It is actually during attachment that I actually a grew a liking towards the profession. But one thing you are not allowed to do, is address me as mwalimu, because how dare you? Have you seen me? If you have then you will realize I don't really fit into that title, its too big for me. Maybe it will fit next year, because next year I'm actually considering enrolling ito a gym program, hopefully to grow a teacher-like stature.

Well, I am teaching Swahili and History. One thing I dont really understand is why people feel the need to get amused when I say I teach Swahili. Don't I look like I can say `muktadha` or or does Swahili just not look good on me. Well, that's story for another day. 

I could actually be teaching math were it not for my math teacher and his P.E teacher colleague. Its actually high time we get to discuss about this unsigned deals between maths and P.E teachers. I know I am probably too old to be discussing this but its helping me realise why I never got to develop a liking to math that much. This idea of thinking physical exercise is not as important as math is should stop. Kwani have you not heard that all work with no play makes Jack...no, makes hans, a dull boy. I think we need to sign a petition that P.E lessons should actually have a 100% attendance and those who do not risk losing their jobs. Those youngones should literally call me a saviour because I am actually doing this for them...and for your children too. Anyway with all that said, turn to your neighbour and tell them..."Mbappe is our new GOAT"

 Happy musings this festive season guys.

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  1. Me too I wanted to be rich😂😂

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    1. Teaching is a calling you know. You decided to respond so did I. It's on us Bree...to make the pilots and doctors we dreamt of becoming haha.

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  2. 😂😂I had a good laugh on this one..
    It's an interesting read😊I actually enjoyed.
    Ps.unakaa more of an English lit teacher than a swahili teacher😂😂semantiki na mofimu

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    1. Well. What's important is that I have been a lover of languages. Swahili makes me feel more authentic, more real but I wont dispute the fact that Semantiki almost killed me... and yes, English will always be my first love.

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  3. Hata kama you don't feel like a teacher you sound more like a teacher than you care to admit. Makes me feel like our careers somehow chooses us and not the other way around😄

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