My father used to teach from 1977-1982, at a primary and secondary school in Phu Yen province (formerly). But due to objective reasons, he had to return to Nha Trang to live. He said goodbye to his colleagues and beloved students in the combined classes with great affection. Although the time he spent in the classroom was not long, it was filled with many memories that he was very proud of whenever he recounted them.
In 2010, while preparing for the university entrance exam, I dreamed of becoming a reporter and applied for journalism. However, due to my family's financial situation, I had to change my decision at the last minute. Along with that was my father's advice: "You should just study here. Studying education is not very expensive, and it is also following my father's career when he was young..."
It was my father's words that gave me more motivation to study Literature Pedagogy, which I was not very enthusiastic about at first. With my tireless efforts, I was the valedictorian of the 36th class, Nha Trang Pedagogical College. And I officially became a teacher at the age of 21.
Up to now, I have been teaching for 12 years, I have experienced all the emotions of the teaching profession. There are joys and sorrows, sometimes I even want to give up and quit the job because of the pressure. But my father advised me to stick with it until the end, for the students, for the people who need me.
Perhaps, my father saw his own image in the past, so he did not want me to follow in his footsteps. I understood and pulled myself together to stick with the profession…
I remember the Vietnamese Teachers' Day on November 20th, when my former students came to visit me, my father would also come out to chat and ask questions like a grandfather instructing his grandchildren. Then he skillfully gave up the private space for teachers and students to chat and reminisce about old times.
Or one day my motorbike got a flat tire and I had to ask my dad to take me to school to teach. I walked through the gate and into the classroom, but when I looked back, I still saw my dad standing there. He was looking intently into the classrooms, listening to the sounds of lectures and students speaking... Looking deep into my dad's eyes was a whole sky of memories and the feeling of reliving my job.
Sometimes I accidentally listen to the song Mother's Dream, there is a part "...Then I also have my own dream. And I also try my best to follow it. My child, please dream for me...". My tears suddenly fall unconsciously, because I see myself in the lyrics.
Dad! I will continue my teaching career with all my burning passion and beautiful youth. For my beloved students and for you too! I want to continue my family's traditional profession and continue your unfinished dream.
Duc Bao
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