I do it because I love to do it.
Yes. You've heard it right. I don't despise the subject you're teaching. I am not dormant because I object to every word you say.
I am actively engaging because I love to do so.
I love to learn about it. And I want to prove it. To me. After all, I have not shown the best oral participation and I believe that you deem it necessary to render my interest in your subject futile or nonexistent. That is not the truth. So, I want to prove it. To me. To you. That I can do it and that I will do it. Not because I have to, but because I love to do it.
My answer is probably none you'd foresee coming. I know you're curious about it. And I know you want to know about it. But if I tell you I love it and thus I do it, would you even believe me?
You, who thinks everything is about the grade I'm getting at the end of the year. You, who has been conditioned to think the grades you determine are definitely the only reason you're teaching?
Nah, man.
You wouldn't care.
And honestly, I don't want to put up with the energy of answering disingenuous questions anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts/ Excerpts
Non-FictionThis will contain thoughts of mine (duh...). The languages can differ from turkish, english and german and korean. Warning: If you don't like depressive thoughts, then some parts of this book will bore you/ annoy you. I'm not saying that every part...
