A Teacher for A Change

   I have always wondered how those who change do it. The word itself is vague, “change”. What qualifies to be described as a change anyway? Where can one meet a person who changes things? And why are such people so rare? The only answer I could think of was perhaps we are not finding the answer because we are, simply, not asking the right question. Instead of looking for this imaginary fountain of change that is nowhere to be found, maybe one is supposed to be that fountain herself. One should ignite it herself. 

   Then, from there on, I saw things differently. I have always thought when I was younger how these drops of rain hold so much life in them and I wanted to be no more than a drop of rain with the life in me. Life only goes on to the better as long as it is changing to the better and those who have the will to be part of that change have to find their role in it.

 

   Mine was in teaching. Teaching has always accompanied great events in history, and I chose teaching to be my contribution to this better life I think of. I think rather than dream, because I teach. Dreams are merely a run away, without the thought a dream is vain. 

 

   This is the noisy life that I want to start inside a classroom. This is the change by drops of rain I want to be with my teaching My previous wonders could be anyone’s, and the answer is quite simple. If you can teach for a change, do it. That’s what I am, a teacher for a change.