Father
All my life, I've been imbued, by the passion of knowlege, yes, I'm that dude. Father's got a teaching job, I'll tell you what ensued: A beautiful occupation, intertwined with youth to be inspired, although the money doesn't hurt, that's not the only reason he was hired. He yells and screams at the the top of his voice, but he's missing animosity, because this is his choice: Entertain these kids, show them your passion, use funny techniques to draw them in, but not in the wrong fashion! Have fun, be silly, that's what this is all about! Because in the end, you're the one showing them the route. Knowlege is seen as a stigma, a deterrent, not worth your while, but what they don't know is education is the key to freedom, even if it's not "their style." My dream job is to be like my father, a teacher, a shower of the way, a hero in my book, to instill the virtues of learning, just like the path he took.
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