I am now in my fourth year of my teaching career and there are so many things that came along, most especially in how I was trying to tame my language and my being to become an efficient teacher. I admit that the first years were not that good for me, professionally speaking. I admit that there were so many errors that I made and in the last two years of my teaching, I have been trying my best to pay for my sins. Even though I was forced to leave in my previous work due to the style that I brought and with that I was furious, but that should not be a shocker to me for I know what I was going against. However, that was the first time that I have tasted rejection in the professional level and all because of the very ideals I fought for. I was young and fiery. I thought that I was already world class, but I placed that bloat of an ego into my egotistical self and what I had is a reckless academic. I was so excited to impart my experience into the mind
History shall continue to unfold, and my history shall end when I no longer unfold.