 My cousin brother tags along behind me as I drive to campus. It's late and my mum worries I'd get 'Mat Rempit-ted'. It's getting close to midnight and boy has it been a looooooong weekend! My 'kids' are in the stage of final exams and obviously that equals to ME being their hope for a chance in hell for an excellent grade. It's been days of preparing tests, revision, mind maps and pep talks. Today? 6 hours of fun filled Math! I keep calm. I try to project equal amounts of 'You're going to fail if you don't listen to me' and 'You are a genius, trust yourself'. I think when you're invested in a person be it a friend or family, it is harder to not care. My heart's in it now. It's even harder to hear 'I don't want to fail, HELP ME!'... I TRY... I know I make a difference... I don't care to be the average woman/ teacher/ lecturer/ tutor/ etc. etc.... I want to change lives, mold minds, create a shift in the next generation... as I ramble on for hours and giggle along with them... the longer you ramble, the higher the probability they have a moment of clarity *light bulb moment*. I hope something sticks with them, a force so great it MOTIVATES THEM, PUSHES THEM TO PUT IN THAT LAST OUNCE OF ENERGY, REALISE THE IMPACT OF TODAY, THE DOMINO EFFECT that will translate into the lives they will lead in the future. My version of Robert Frost's The Road Not Taken.  What's tough about this profession is... holding their hands... side by side, we take this step... only to know we're only halfway there. The exam hall is theirs alone. Their fate is theirs alone. How much I feel you have the option for greatness doesn't matter if you don't meet me halfway and embrace it .
ps: The scary bit is... change is only possible if you will it so... I won't give up on you unless you give me the chance to do so!
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