dreams.

i want to be a teacher because i know i am going to be a hell of a teacher. not to adolescences because i am so sure that i will be crushed alive (yep, the "jazmin is too nice" thing) i am going to be eaten alive by those teenagers. man, i am so not going to let that happen.

i am going to teach kids. kindergarten kids. though i am not too fond of kids and goes "awwww" everytime i see one passes me by, but ironically, i love teaching kids. they have the most opened minds in the world, not yet blackened by the darkness of the world so i will steal this chance to color them up with the wonders of the world. yeah i know, it sounds cheesy and too many metaphors were used but that is the only way i can explain it.

i want to fill their minds with not only creativity, but understanding, passion, love, music, colors. if i ask a kid to draw a banana and color it but instead of coloring it yellow like a normal banana, he ended up coloring it purple, i wouldn't mind at all. i would say, "hell yeah, man!" and high five him. but then i will tell him that bananas are yellow and i will ask him, why did you color your banana purple? that is how i am going to teach. i am not going to scold him and ask him to redraw the whole fucking banana and recolor it just because banana is yellow. like i stated above, creativity, understanding, i want to nurture that in a person. i want kids  to interpret the world in the ways that they wanted to see instead of forcing them to see what the society wants them to see.

i want to teach. not by the book. but by the minds.

jazmin.

confession: smart reader kids, here i come. hope so.
ps: i am still a writer. who says one can't be two things at the same time?