Something unexpected happened yesterday.
Last week I was accepted in a new school, an international school and I have to be a full-time teacher there. I was only planning to find a part-time teacher job as I am currently already teaching in a pharmacy school. But the new school has no part-time teacher policy…all teachers have to be a full-timer. When they don’t have class to teach they still have to stay at school doing whatever teachers should do.
They also appointed me to upgrade the laboratory to fit high school quality. This new school will open class for high school on July (new school year). The already have kindergarten, elementary and junior high.
Getting accepted there means I have to say good bye to my students in pharmacy high school.
Yesterday, I told the eleventh graders (I am their home room teacher) that I won’t be teaching there again next school year. I told them that it’s a hard decision but let’s be reasonable, I can’t afford my life with the salary from this school as I have quit from my other job. (my other job)
Maybe it doesn’t sound professional telling them I am leaving because of the salary…but I have to tell them the truth because my leaving is not because of them at all.
I didn’t expect to see any of them to start crying because of my announcement, I know they will be sad…but not crying.
The eleventh graders are the students who got scolded by me more than other students. I remember when they were still in tenth grade, they were so noisy when I told them to do some exercise, their level of noisiness got really worst and I slammed the whiteboard with my hand so hard to get their attention. With scary face, I told them cynically, ‘Is this a school or a traditional market? I told you to answer the questions, you use your brain and your hands to do that NOT your mouth!!“
On other occasion, I hit the table to shush them up. I even sent 2 students out of my class as they kept talking while I was explaining. I told another “Hey, Do you want me to throw your mobile phone away? You were shouting so loud that you don’t understand and when I explain it again the rest of the class pays attention but you! As if you’re going to understand with that phone on your hand!” Trust me, when I said that I look like a witch!
They even call me Killer Teacher.
However, no matter how often I got angry with them, I always smile and laugh with them afterward because for me, scolding them is necessary at certain time but not all the time. The eleventh graders are uncontrollable sometimes, that’s what other teachers said…but they are always controllable in my class.
After all I did, being all cheerful and scary at the same time…I was so moved when some of them cried knowing I will leave them soon. It was really unexpected.
Even though I started telling them no one will shout at you anymore now, cheer up…they still cried. They told me that they know I scold them because I care for them.
I always love my students, leaving them for a new school is always heartbreaking and I have left many school for many reasons.
I am so sorry kids, I am caught between my love toward my students and my daily need. I will never forget you.