Last month, I met a student who barely spoke during the trial class. His camera was off, his voice was soft, and he said, “I’m sorry… I don’t speak good English.” But I didn’t see a weak student—I saw a brave learner. So we played a game. We told short stories. We laughed at silly mistakes. We celebrated every correct sentence like a victory. One week later… His camera was on. His smile was wide. And he said, “Teacher, I love your classes. I’m not afraid anymore.” This is what teaching means to me. This is why I show up every day—with energy, heart, and a deep belief that every student has magic inside them. To all my students and fellow teachers: Never underestimate the power of kindness, creativity, and connection