When I first became a teacher, it surprised many of my friends. I suppose there were different reasons... I wasn't obvious teacher material when I was in school. I was too much of a class clown at times, too bookish to front a classroom at other times... but the one person who was most surprised was myself. The only reason that mattered to me was how I viewed the teaching profession as a boring one. And I was more easily bored than I should be. I wanted to be a journalist with different assignments every time and never the same view to look at (so I supposed). Unfortunately for me, the year I applied for a course in university was also the year major riots took place in my hometown and my mother was traumatised to see the reporters (and specifically one who was brother to my aunt) getting the best views in between the Federal Reserve Units and the rioters. 1986.. what a year. Just a year earlier and I could have been a rep...