Passion: Teaching:

If I look backwards in my life, images appear automatically. But not ordinary images; images of myself teaching. When I was a child, I used to play to be the teacher of my youngest brother. He would sit with some sheets of paper in front of him and some pencils and I would be the teacher (of course!). i´d give him the instructions of the different exercises he hed to do. My favourite part was the correction of the test. I felt so important! And, if my brother was tired or simply not interested in playing with me it didn´t matter, ´cause I had my teddy bears to play with.
But that was childhood, though. High school came, and for a short while I forgot about my favourite game, until it came back with an unusual strength. This time I had included the best characteristics of my favourite teachers at school and I applied them as if they were mine. Therefore, I was a kind treacher who treated her students with the respect teenagers deserve. I also had a great sense of humour and was able to convince my “students” that life is hard, but also worthliving.
Now that I think of that, it´s obvious that during high school I had met and started to enjoy my passion for teaching; the one thing that made me feel special, even when I didn´t have anyone to prove it to. I just realized that I wanted and needed to teach. Teach what? That problem would be solved later on, I said to myself.
Time passed, and I found the “what”. I think it came to me more as the result of an inner process than as a revelation, but it came anyway. The only thing I´m sure of is that I had all my life felt the desire and the urge to transmit knowledge to people.
Now that I´m taking the last steps of this walk, I can say that for me teaching is a basic, pure and important ingredient of my life. I love teaching. It´s something I was meant to from the first time and I don´t want it to stop. Quite the contrary, I want it to get as big as possible.
Teaching is my passion.