I Lied. I Hate Teaching.
Only three hours of sleep ought to have weighed my eyelids down. Yet sleep mocks me like an expected visitor that never arrives. I guess this is because of the last lecture I gave to my graduating students. There is this unnerving itch that beckons me to pound on the keys of my computer. Perhaps Maya Angelou was right when she said that there is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you. So let me make the untold told. Over four years ago, I wrote an entry on my blog which I called, regrettably for its overly grand style, Born to Teach. In there, I outlined the long but interrupted history I had with teaching and how I was led to the academe. I claimed professed my love for teaching. But now, I hate it. I hate it because, come to think of it, teachers are the most stupid bunch of people. Who would spend hours preparing their lessons just to see that look of students that tells us that we've made them understand how to unravel the Gordi...