"Do you want to be my assistant when you get out?"
"Huh?" I opened my mouth wide. "I don't think I'm worthy enough to become a teacher." I scratched my head.
"That sentence alone will make you a great teacher."
I was surprised once again. "I don't understand," I admitted.
"As you said before, a teacher's responsibility is to teach students how to learn. But from what I have seen from observing Drought high school. Teachers now have become an industry that has a 'one size fits all' teaching style for students. That thinking alone is already a disaster because every student has different learning speeds and preferences. Why would a future scientist waste time in singing class, or why would a future artist need to learn calculus. The education system is corrupted. And I want to change that." Wisaith said all of that as he stood up and walked around the room.
"Wisaith. I know that bothers you, but this has become the norm of the whole world. Every country is teaching like this. I'm just afraid that you and I can't do much," I replied.
"Oh?" Wisaith turned at me. "Then why did you said 'you and I'?" he smirked.
"..."
"Look at the time, I will have to go now. Sin, start preparing yourself because when you are out. You WILL be my teaching assistant." Wisaith started walking out of the visitor room.
"Wait Wisaith," I called him. He turned his head, waiting for what I was about to say.
"If it comes to this. I want to be a teacher myself!" I declared firmly.
"How will you get a teaching license?" Wisaith doesn't seem to be surprised at all that I want to become a teacher.
"Didn't you said you know people?" was my reply.
Without saying anything, Wisaith walked out with his hand raising an OK sign.