I did three months of pre-service teacher training in my native school. I am only qualified to practice 6-10 std. At the school the12th standard students didn't have a teacher for one of the subjects. When my age was 20 and the student groups age was 17 .It was a coed school, I had little bit of fear whether they would respect my words or not. Although I take my responsibilities seriously, even I couldn't imagine that I was going to teach them. I was going to school for practice but suddenly my role was one of a teacher.
I had lots of work to do. I practiced a lot to stand in front of them physically and mentally. I had prepared and read for 3 hours for my 1 hour class😂.The students respected me and treated me like any other staff member. Nobody knew about me, that I only went there to practice. But they looked forward to my class and daily I always gave my best. They all really liked my teaching and it appeared that the students showed more respect to me than the real staff. It made them jealous, but now alas, my practicing time has finished. On the last day of my class ,I gave some advice to them and we said our goodbyes. I was crying inside but I didn't show my emotions to them.
Later, I felt lonely and I really missed them. After a week I had lot of pain in my heart. I was crazy. I seem stuck in my past as I'm always thinking. I wasn't able to meet or speak with them except in school. I asked God why am I doing this job if it can bring such misery. Then my parents helped me to get over that embarrassing situation. Then I realised, I will be back with my same attitude. But now it is one of my good memories of my heart.☺️