I've been having this sort of slight euphoria ever since I finished exams (maybe I'm just exaggerating though) but the reason is not just because I don't have to stress about books for a long while at least, but mainly because I'm done with having to deal with some teachers that thought all I "deserved" was for them to stress me out. Ask me why? I can't say for sure except for reasons they thought were very relevant for them - the things I just couldn't change about me even if I so wanted to. You know, I've got that black skin, afro hair, black genes everything black and to top it all, I'm from Nigeria - a friggin third world country. Those are characteristics that may take a while for some people to come to terms with.
But I had to pay for being who I am. They tried to define me, more like restrict me to a box. I'm supposed to be ignorant, slow, naive and all those kind of stuffs. Anything outside of that was sorta abnormal.
I wonder who told some of these ignorant and confused people that they could be classified as teachers? Even a cleaner in the 4 walls of a training institute, they aren't qualified to be. Not when it is supposed to be a training institute. Keyword-training.
What would they be offering? Discrimination, unlawful judgement, racism, ignorance and plain stupidity?
What differentiates you from an uncivilized illiterate? And you expect me to see you as a teacher, right?
Like do you even know what that word means?
While growing up, I understood that stereotyping was wrong. But after having to deal with it myself it reinforced every reason why I needed to always toe the line of individuation.
Anyway, I'm just glad I won't have to face silly, narrow minded, ridiculously-ignorant and primitive people trying to judge me again anytime soon. I guess I can explain the euphoria,cause at one point in my life it was hysteria. You might think I'm exaggerating but you have no idea what some of these teachers put me through, 2 in particular. Even though one of them was worse, like the devil himself. I almost went crazy. Knowing that I could repeat a year for a course I knew so well even better than all the people he passed with a blink of an eye.
On the even brighter side, this has only helped me appreciate who I am and most especially understand that it is not easy to be a teacher. It is not easy to try to stay open and not let your stereotypes and mind influence you.
The little benefit of doubt I used to give to those funny ones when I had to deal with them. Seriously, you can't just walk around with a grumpy look. You shut your door at one and when you least expect, you're faced with yet another.
I sincerely thank God for all those ideal examples of good teachers that I have been able to come across with too. When I meet those bad ones, I always remember the good ones and remind myself that it's only but for a while. I met some really great ones that I truly respect and developed a great fondness towards. That's how life is, in the midst of so much ill, if you search, you'll always find those special ones and things you can cherish forever. I have learnt a lot in these past few years. I only always thank God for the privilege and the experiences.
Will be back with a proper post soon, in fact loads of them.
Excuse my rant tho :)