Inks and Reels

  I never dreamed of becoming a teacher. It wasn’t my passion, not even my Plan B. In fact, I always believed that the education field wasn’t meant for me. But life, as always, has a peculiar way of rewriting our scripts, and here I am, standing in front of a classroom, discovering new sides of myself every day. People often say teaching is a divine calling. I used to disagree. Until I found my own metaphor for it. Teaching feels like standing on the edge of a cliff. From this height, we are aware of the dangers, uncertainties, and responsibilities lying ahead. When we raise our voices, in excitement, frustration, or hope, our words echo, amplified by the wisdom and warnings of the teachers who came before us. Their voices remind us of the pitfalls we must avoid. And when we laugh or celebrate a child’s small triumph, we hear echoes of pride, the pride of all those who once lit the same torch and passed it on. Just like a cliff, this profession has a dual power. It can awaken a sen...