Title: Teacher's Day
That day, I came to a conclusion that I can never ever become a teacher in my life. To be precisely, not in this lifetime. I don't carry the capability or ability to teach or even handle a bunch of students in class.
I was given the responsibility to handle a class VI-B as a part of creating teacher's day. We the super senior i,e;of class XII were given the responsibility of being a teacher for one day.
I went to the class with highly neat mind and with confidence. I walked out of the room with all my hairs plucked out and all frustrated like I was coming out after performing an action scene.
Those children were so hard to handle. Every second was screaming at me to leave this class and get out of here. My body looked like of their age, my voice even failed to stop those children from making noice. Every time, when I handled the 3rd row, the 2nd row would do something rebellious. I was done and I wanted to leave. I tried to calm those tiny people by playing games. But that plan also failed.
A thought just then slightly touched my mind. When we were in class VI, we were also like them, so rebellious, so much mischievous. For a moment I could hold my anger thinking about it. But their intensity of rebel is much higher.
