I failed
I failed as a teacher
I failed as a second mother
I failed as a sister
I failed as a friend
I failed as a confidante
I failed
I failed to help my students
As a teacher, your students became your point of assessment.
How you left an imoact, a mark,
Not only in their minds
But to their hearts
Is how you will be assessed.
I may be teaching them
How to communicate effectively,
How to write poetry,
How to read critically,
How to classify lexicons accordingly,
How to diagram sentences literally,
How to understand graphs comprehensively,
How to identify conflicts figuratively,
And even to solve problems orally
But I know deep inside, I FAILED.
I failed to teach them
How to communicate wholeheartedly and honestly.
I failed to teach them how to pour out their emotions in poetry.
I failed to teach them
How to read between the lines and care affectionately.
I failed to teach them
How to understand their and other's emotions deeply.
I failed to teach them
How to fight these internal conflicts bravely.
I failed to teach them
That problems can be solved eventually.
So, to my students,
I deeply apologize.
I apologize because
I failed.
I failed to be a good teacher.
I failed to teach you to value your life.
I failed and I am sorry.
YOU ARE READING
An Ounce of Weirdness
Non-FictionThis book is a compilation of my Episodes of #WordVomit Word Vomit is my way to express myself freely through writing. Everytime a thought comes into my mind, words would storm out. The moment I realized it, I found myself writing the words coming o...
