Yesterday afternoon, I returned to my high school alma mater and saw my Chinese language teacher. She was also delighted by my visit. The two of us—teacher and student—talked about memories, current goals, and other topics, during which several familiar teachers joined the conversation. I sat obediently to one side and listened attentively to their discussion.
As the conversation was drawing to a close, I couldn't help but remark to my teacher that when I was a student I had often gone to the teachers' office, but now, after being away for so long, revisiting the old place felt completely different. My teacher also said that she was happy to be able to have a positive influence on her students, yet at the same time she worried about students becoming her colleagues.
The teacher believed that being a Chinese language teacher is extremely hard work, and she did not want her students to go down the path of becoming Chinese language teachers as well.
However, I am a stubborn mule. The teacher had advised me several times before not to step into this profession, and had even tactfully suggested, as a fallback, that teaching history would be good too, but I still stuck to my choice. The teacher did not try to persuade me further; instead, she discussed with me the recruitment situation for Chinese language teachers over the past two years and told me that if I had any questions while preparing for the exam, I could consult her.
An hour passed without my realizing it, and it was time for class to end. Two junior female schoolmates I had never met came over to the teacher to recite. This scene seemed to take me back to my carefree high school days.
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