Her first student must be her sibling sister. They usually played teaching game when they were kids. She wished to be a teacher, just like her mom and dad, so she could teach all children around. Her sister volunteered to be her student. The sweet student listened to her stories with all her joyfulness, took part in every weird game she invented. Sometimes the student did not want to learn writing or reading (they pretended they could write and read like their mother) so she told that her fingers hurt, her legs were sore. She said that she wanted to be piggybacked and they could go around the house. When climbing on her teacher’s back, the little one always seemed to be excited. She pointed her teacher how that flower was beautiful, how those chickens were lovely, etc. For the student wasn’t much smaller than her sister, after going for a while, the little teacher was tired but tried her best to take her student around. They both enjoyed the carrying game so much. The teacher felt as she really grew up, just like other sisters she had seen in their village – wow, they carried their sisters/ brothers so easily. She believed that all older sisters had to be able to do like that. Looking at them, you know that how easy teaching game can become carrying game.
When they grew up, the younger sister did not remember when they played teaching game but her sister kept it in her heart as a precious treasure. She still wished to be a teacher and did everything to make her dream come true. However, her joy of teaching seemed to fade away day by day. She still loved teaching but she did not feel happy to teach her students any more. Something was broken. Her eyes were covered by sadness when she said about teaching, about her childhood’s dream. Once she thought about giving it up and turned her life into another way that did not relate to teaching. Luckily, she met an old crazy man who was nearly eighty but still loved to teach children and he had his special way to do that. She was surprised and did not really believe in whatever he talked first. So patiently he changed her mind by his natural love for children, by his theory of teaching, by the special way he communicate with children, by his belief in children. She talked to her dad about the old man and his special way of working with children. Her father smiled and told her that he thought she found out the right way to move on then. And, he was right. She found her own team, her own way that may lead her back to her dream, to her desire. She felt at home when staying with her crazy colleagues – they called themselves crazy people because craziness must be the first thing they need to join in that group – being crazy about children’s study, crazy about finding a way to let children feel happy when they go to school, crazy about helping children design themselves – more than everything, they were crazy to let children be themselves.
As people usually say, nothing can come easily. To do a right thing might be much harder. She got the first difficulty when she tried applying her new way to teach children. It was not because the theory she followed but her ability to attract little children’s attention. Last time she had been pretty satisfied with her ability but facing those little children, she saw her weakness. She needed to practice much more. Feeling a bit tired and sad after an unsuccessful lecture but she was glad and she saw that she was nearer to her dream than ever. Well, when teaching she could feel happy again. After all that’s good news, isn’t it?