Today I was on duty at school. Surprisingly enough, the two students who were also on duty seemed unusually mature and sensible for their age (they are 18) – many of their mates aren’t. One of them asked me if I was to choose my future again would I be a teacher…I said I would definitely study harder at Maths and Physics. On second thoughts I think it is still early to reflect on such issues – maybe I should consider this when I have aged enough to get close to the retiring age. Yet, I do love what I am doing and I thoroughly enjoy being surrounded by teens – I like being contaminated by their energy and light-heartedness. It is a kind of calling to me and I am trying to meet the expectations my students (who want to learn and study) have of me. On the other hand who can point at what I was meant to be?
(P.S. This day started off rather badly: on the tram there was an elderly woman (in her 60s she was) – a homeless maybe, with a couple of carrier bags beside her - and she kept talking and talking loudly – or perhaps shouting at an imaginary interlocutor. She was wearing a wig that she would scratch (fleas?) and would look in the tram’s glass…For I moment I remembered that she was not the only one who behaved like that – thousands and thousands of homeless will talk like her to imaginary people, suffering from loneliness and hunger and lack of self-esteem. I would love to know how and when and why her illness started…)