The Teacher's Guide: Must Haves

I've been through four schools in my short life and a lot of teachers. So, prospective teachers out there, here is a list of must haves (you don't have to take this seriously).

1. A very, very, very good memory for all the children's names that are going to pass through your class and come back on visits later, so you won't be stuttering, "Ummmm.... ummmm.... you there, pass out the papers."
2. The eyesight of an eagle to see who's passing notes at the back.
3. (you're going to need this in bagfuls) Patience. Patience. Patience. There are a lot of things you need this for, amongst them children coming back to ask the same question a hundred times over, the class clown making the same joke a thousand times over, and other situations like these.
4. A very loud voice to scream over the noise (it's amazing how much twenty children can make) "Would you please just SHUT UP!"
5. A death glare, that can be personalized to fit you. Order from God, Postbox 1, Heaven, before you are born. (Amen.)
6. The silence of a... well..... ummm, well, figure out yourself. This is for sneaking up on the calss so you can catch them red handed in the middle of mischief.
7. And above all, a calm appearance, and the looks of an angel- remember, A+'s for all!

Fake

Fake: not genuine; spurious
According that definition, most of the things in the room I'm in are fake. A rock carved to look like a cat.... clay molded to look like a girl.... the amount of things that are fake that surround me is astonishing.
We surround ourselves with fake things. They make up our life. Not many things around us is real: everything is twisted to be something else, not just it. What does this curious habit tell us about ourselves? It definitely tells us of the way we're always trying to be someone else, like that rock which we tried to metamorphose into a cat. We're losing contact with what's real: can we get back in touch with it?
Take, for example, Arab Spring. Unless you were actually there and experienced it, to most of us it was something interesting, to keep track of- not really real to us, it's more like something happening light years away, or something played out for our own benefit. It seems to me, at least, almost fake. In books, people sometimes say, "We're living a lie". And that's what we are. A fake life, with fake things and fake people. TVs show us little figures dancing across a screen- fake. We all are fake. When can we become 'real'?