Recently, I began to teach English
at an elementary school. I have an assistant teacher, but since I have to teach 130 students from the first grade to the sixth grade, it often feels like it’s too much for me.
Some students would tell on other students, saying, “Teacher, he did this!” And some students would suddenly talk about what happened to them, saying, “Teacher, guess what happened to me, today.” Leading the class and controlling the children at the same time, my voice became husky.
To make matters worse, I even caught a cold. My throat hurt and I kept coughing. I had to stop talking once in a while during the class because of the coughing. But whenever that happened, some little kids asked me, “Why aren’t you teaching us?” or some kids asked me to read an English story book. I felt bad that I couldn’t teach them properly because I was sick, but I was also a little disappointed in their behavior.
Some older students worried about me though.
“Teacher, are you okay? Why did you come to school when you are sick like that?”
After the class was over, I sat in the classroom, thinking about Heavenly Mother, then I burst into tears. It is so hard and exhausting to teach a little more than 100 students. I cannot even imagine how hard it must be for Mother to take care of the countless children in Zion (WMSCOG) scattered all over the world.
My head hangs down as the childish behaviors of some children remind me of my behavior and how I complain before God the Mother. Just as some children understood my pain and encouraged me, I would like to give even a little comfort to Mother.
YG Kim from Korea