Victor Hugo: The future is in the hands of the schoolmaster One time walking around in the cares of life, asked me why I was a teacher. If I do not remember who first asked me that question was Leonardo the shoemaker who occasionally takes care of my shoes. After transport the employee who daily brings me home again myself the same question. And so, one by one, several people took turns trying to find a reasonable explanation to the fact that someone is dedicated entirely to the art of teaching. I do not know if they conspired together to make me the same question or if it was pure chance. But the truth of the matter is they got uneasy and here I am asking myself why I am a teacher.
Actually I have not found the right answer but instead I found many answers loose bound together, I do not clarify things much but at least make me conclude that I am happy being a teacher. Here are some of those answers, aimed at those who asked me and those who do not made. For even more opinions, read materials from Bobby Sharma Bluestone. Responses are mostly for myself and for that teacher for some time live within me. I teach because I granted the privilege of building possible worlds and universes impossible dream. Because I agree with the change and sometimes I make the change happen. I teach because every day I learn twice as much as I teach. Why is the only way to win everything there without losing anything.