One time it was my period in this boy’s class. When I got to class he was outside counting his loose coins. I got to him and told him to go to class this was not a time to be counting coins. He just looked at me and quickly took his coins and put them in a plastic and folded it then went to sit down.

It was shocking to see him obeying me like that when my mentor teacher and other teachers told me stories about him and his classmates. I was told he is a bully and very much disrespectful yet he knows nothing and worse he was a repeater in grade ten. I heard very disturbing stories about him and he should have been in grade 12 now judging by his age. However, here I was teaching his class and all was well, now I felt like maybe I did not hear right or probably the teachers were not referring to this class that I’m in right now.

This one time I was with the other student teachers and he came to ask if I would love to be bought a plate. There were plates sold at school rice, chicken and salads. I just politely told him no I am okay. He also started serving me with compliments everytime he sees me around.

Learners I taught started calling me “Mam Beyonce” they never even used my surname for a second. This is how gorgeous I was in their eyes and I was very patient with them in everything because teaching to me I always believe it was my calling. I did what I wholeheartedly loved and enjoyed. I have always had passion for teaching. I remember how I used to play as a teacher during the holidays when my cousins came to visit. It even bored them, this kind of play is not what they enjoyed, they hated school so much and they were never surprised when they heard I’m pursuing my Teaching degree, they knew this is what I have always wanted to be.