But I very much wanted to be a teacher

Teachers teach because they care. Teaching young people is what they do best. It requires long hours, patience, and care.

If I were not a king, I would be a teacher.

They love to learn. And teaching is a wonderful way to learn. About people and how they tick. About what you teach. About yourself. And about life.

You need to build social skills and learn to volunteer because as teachers, you will do more than teaching. Sometimes, you will have to do other things without pay.

Teaching remains a heroic act to me, and teachers live a necessary and all-important life. We are killing their spirit with unnecessary pressure and expectation that seem forced and destructive to me. Long ago I was one of them. I still regret I was forced to leave them. My entire body of work is because of men and women like them.

I have always wanted to be a teacher. I was not interested in money or cars. I was only interested in teaching and training the young ones.

It turns out that teaching is one of those things like raising a kid or working out—sometimes amazing, often difficult and painful, but, in hindsight, amazing.

Teaching is one of the most creative and exhausting jobs I have ever had. Clever political adversaries, irate constituents, and elbow-throwing litigators were never as tough to handle as those students were on a daily basis.

I wanted to be a teacher; my namesake was a teacher, and ever since knowing that, a tiny part of me has known, I was meant to stand in front of a group of children. I love my job, my fast students, my bright swimmers. Love watching someone figure something out and then use it, watch the idea go from me to them and see how it belongs to them afterward. Not mine at all. And afterward, you can only wonder at how it happens. It doesn't happen all the time. But when it does, it feels like this is what magic wants to be, when it grows up.

Teaching allows me to grow as an artist while helping others develop their skills,”

He continues to teach because it provides him with a livelihood; also because it teaches him humility, brings it home to him who he is in the world. The irony does not escape him: that the one who comes to teach learns the keenest of lessons, while those who come to learn learn nothing.

But a deeper reason for becoming a lecturer was that as a resident I was involved in teaching medical students, and I loved it.

One can do anything, anything at all, I thought, if provided with a passionate and gifted teacher.