How I Feel

When I first received my invitation to this project, I thought it another attempt to elevate both teaching and learning processes, but how; that, I didn't know! Now that I'm a part of it, it become more obvious to me! When I think of myself as a teacher, I often do that alone which has changed.

To give you the truth, I never wanted to be a teacher. It didn’t even cross my mind during school to attend a university. After all, I was a wicked boy who enjoyed ruining things all the time, I often found it hard not to destroy things, even the things I like. I can remember many weird things including "our oven". I was only 12; my dad bought a brand new oven after being fed up from mum nagging! Mum loved it! Its big and neat, but that didn’t draw my attention, what I thought about every time I got into the kitchen is the "glass" of the oven. Why doesn't it break because of heat? " I often wondered". Who cares! As long mum loved it. A month later I came home with my "super turbo slingshot", I made it of a strong branch of a willow tree that belonged to our neighbor "he didn’t know that". I only wanted to drink some water and go back to hunt down some birds "or anything that moves"; when I suddenly saw it again" it was the weird wicked mysterious glass! It was their, almost daring me. I told myself " I've got my ammunition right in my buckets" lets try light ammunition( small gravel) I hit it almost four times, but nothing happened. I got really angry which made me go for the heavy ammunition in my other bucket! "Bang" it came into little pieces. I didn’t know what to do except to run as fast as I can. Eventually, I got home to find my dad waiting for me with along stick in his hand. I don’t like to remember the rest.

I kept being that wicked boy who loved to carry first thoughts until the 10^th grade when the ministry of education had appointed a new teacher, and what a teacher! He changed the way I think and I behave because of his special guidance. I loved his class and drove myself to it's limits. He wasn't just a teacher, he was a mentor, a father and amongst all he was a friend. I started to study more and more, not because I wanted to go to university but because it was fun to do so. I got great marks, which made my father, say "subhan Allah". Now that I'm a teacher I give gratitude to Allah  the Almighty and then to this astonishing teacher.

I believe strongly in the message I carry as a teacher, I believe in my students and I believe in my colleagues who exerted effort in helping me become a better teacher. I'd like in this regard to thank all my supervisors Mrs. Zainab Alajarma, Mr. Bassam Saleh, And Mrs. Ghada Sari and all teachers participating in this effort as well. I'd like also thank Mr. Michael Morsches for his genuine endurance in elevating the teaching and learning process.

It's a unique opportunity  to share our hopes, worries, and aspirations as teachers.

Hope you all the best deep from my heart

Sultan awwad