The bildungsroman.

I thought of opening a new blog. One with no name, no mark, no tag that bears my identity. I wanted to be anonymous so that I could blog and be rude about it, so much so no annoying relative's commentary or annual report will find it's way to my parents' ears. But then I realized, starting on a clean slate would be completely contradicting the very word.

Bildungsroman.

It refers to growth of a person or a character. Growth:- not only physical but mental, spiritual, in character and thought.

This blog is my bildungsroman. It is proof that I have (don't cough now) grown. Not just in size but in character and (laziness) and thought.

Hence, I shall begin again, with a new voice. One with aspiration and dream. To teach.

Muahahahaha.

This is my series of "The Education Centre".

Greetings and Salutations.

I miss blogging. My mind needs to work. Write good English. I feel somehow I have forgotten half the words I usually use, since I started to work.

I only seem to know phrases like these;

"Be quiet and do your work."

or

"Hey, can't you keep quiet for a second?"

or

"Where's your book? Why didn't you bring it?"

Somehow, working as a tuition teacher has made me realize several things:

1. I do not want to work in a city. City kids are rude and ungrateful.

2. A teacher's job can be mundane if you are forced to work according to the status quo.

3. Teaching acquires perseverance. If you can buy it in bulk, it's a done deal.

Boy, is this place dusty or what?