The past weekend was a special one for me. It was about my first and last teaching career after my graduation from the Faculty of Education, Chulalongkorn University.
Because of the LINE, we all tend to get to meet long lost friends and for me some more students who I taught 40 years ago.
I have many opportunities to meet them and to talk with their children about their future and studies. This time, my student asked me to talk with his kids. He was a bit worried about his daughter's plan to go for 2 summer courses in England.
After having talked with his girl who is now a sophomore in an engineering school, I told my student he shouldn't worry too much as his daughter is really mature and she knows how to verify the information and what to decide!
I looked at my student and couldn't be more proud of him....how much his caring for his kids was. I couldn't believe my very young student could grow up to be very responsible, building a very stable family with 3 fine kids.
My happiness was interrupted by what this student showed me. He took out an 'air letter/aerogram' (what the younger generations no longer know what it is!). It was one of the letters I wrote to the whole class dated November 19, 2522.
It was a very pleasant surprise ka!
I felt really touched because I didn't expect a guy (my wrong thinking kaa!) to keep such a thing for this long even! I also wanted to know what I wrote then!
Even when the class I taught was considered the best, I warned them not to overestimate themselves and not to simply go for mor sor+ 4 and 5 (grades 11 and 12) out of the fad (kids felt so cool since then to go for the upper secondary, not the vocational track; and top students tended to enter 'triam udom' only). I underlined this sentence to them ka, 'จงเรียนสิ่งที่ตัวเองถนัด'.....learn what they can do best.
Looking back, I held tight somehow to self-assessment na ka! The training, 'Who am I?' emphasized that we all are able to do many things but there're only handful stuff we can do real real well ka!
A short while ago, a song, 'Little things mean a lot' was on.....just right for the story I'm sharing loei ka.
Mee kwam suk jung ka!
