Today I walked away from Yecheon Dongbu elementary knowing that I will never return. That realization hit me like a ton of bricks.
For one year I have taught these kids and for a year I have learned so much more from them than they could ever learn from me. You can't begin to imagine what I am feeling right now.
It's amazing what one year used to mean to me. Years ago the thought of doing anything for a year was such a long commitment. Now, a year teaching these children felt like a day. I feel like just yesterday I was flying to Korea with no idea what I was headed for. Now I am looking back and wondering where it all went.
About a year ago I made another post just as I was finishing my training and facing the reality that I, myself, was going to be teaching children. I was afraid of failing them, as many other teachers had failed me. Now I know the truth of it. The truth is that everyday I did fail them. Not because I was not able to do my job, but because I failed to give them the world, and the world is exactly what every child deserves. I hope that what little I could do for them, it will help them along in life in some small way.
I will miss them so much. I don't have children of my own, but these children became my kids nonetheless. Being a teacher isn't about writing stuff on the board and assigning homework. Teaching is about caring for a human being that is looking to you as a leader. In some ways you become like family to them. I know they definitely became family to me. My love for them is unconditional.
Goodbye silly kids.