Written by: Admin_SheEvo
I was excited and ready for another day of teaching in the small African town I had come to call home before the sun came up. As I got ready for the day, I kept thinking about how I got to this school for people with less money. I had left the benefits of my city life behind because I was so determined to make a change in the lives of these kids.
As I walked through the lively town, I could hear drums and laughter off in the distance. The kids were already awake and ready to learn, with bright eyes and eager smiles. Even though the classroom was small and simple, it was full of excitement that couldn’t be stopped.
When I walked in, the kids met me with warm hugs and songs they had learned about their culture. Their excitement was contagious, and I couldn’t help but feel like I had a strong sense of purpose and duty. Many of these kids came from poor families and had to deal with the problems of being poor and having limited access to tools. But they couldn’t get enough of learning.
I always started the day with a pattern that had nothing to do with school. We started by talking with them about their dreams, hopes, and goals. We talked about how important education was and how it could change their lives. I thought that education was the key to getting these kids out of poverty and giving them the chances they earned.
It took imagination and skill to teach at this less-privileged school. There weren’t enough books, and the school didn’t have even the most basic things. We did the best we could with what we had. We used sticks to write and draw numbers and letters on the dusty ground, and three or four kids shared pencils and diaries.
Even though they had problems, these kids showed a lot of strength. They soaked up every bit of information I gave them, and their desire to learn never went away. Through stories, art, and music, we learned about the world. We praised their cultural background, and I told them to be themselves, dream big, and be proud of what makes them special.
As the days turned into months, I saw my kids change in amazing ways. They became more sure of themselves, more interested, and more aware of what they could do. Their academic growth was clear, but what really made me happy was the spark in their eyes.
My job as a teacher didn’t just happen inside the classroom. I became a guide, a friend, and someone who helped. I worked closely with the community and got parents and older people involved in the schooling process. Together, we made a strong network of support that helped these young minds grow.
Over time, the village started to feel the effects of all of our work together. More kids started going to school every day, and the community realized how important education was as a way to make things better. The town, which used to be quiet, turned into a place where people could learn and find hope.
When I think back on my time as a teacher in this school for kids with less money, I am amazed by how strong and determined these kids are. They showed me what it means to be persistent and how strong we all are to get through hard times. We showed that education can break down obstacles and change people’s lives.
Every time I walk into my classroom and see my students’ happy faces, I’m reminded of how lucky I am to be a part of their lives. I found a reason for living in this small African town that goes beyond countries and cultures. And I can’t say enough good things about the chance to make a change in the lives of these amazing kids.
