It was a little before Teachers’ Day that I joined CRY. Sick of a life where the only things that mattered were a university degree and café visits with friends, I wanted a little something to confer meaning to my life, a little more to look forward to every week. However, when I walked through the door on my first day at CRY I wasn’t sure how much I could help the kids.
The kids seemed shy and even scared of me. So, when on my second session, a kid I had never taught came over and shyly wished me Happy Teachers Day, I was overcome by a sense of guilt. It was then that I decided I had to work to live up to the image of a teacher.