For quite some time now, I’ve felt this holiday having less and less to do with me—honestly, today’s date (September 11th) is far more memorable to most people. But this year, the sudden influx of holiday-related feeds caught my attention, putting me in the mood to reminisce about my past teachers.
Looking back, though the vast majority were mediocre and narrow-minded—especially during my childhood—there were indeed a select few who truly deserved the title of “mentor.” This was particularly true during my university years and after entering the workforce; ironically, the “teachers” at this stage of life are the ones who contributed most meaningfully to our personal growth. Being just a few years older, they shared their hard-earned life lessons with us. Despite the slight age gap and differing views on certain matters, their guidance was incredibly valuable.
Honestly, I don’t hold the teaching profession in high regard. The reason is simple: they are “tirelessly destroying” rather than “tirelessly teaching” (a pun on huiren bujuan). Low educational background, poor personal qualities, overly worldly-wise, and obsessed with petty office politics—this is my general impression of most teachers I’ve encountered.
Much like doctors, perhaps due to systemic issues in our society, our teachers are a far cry from what teachers should be. Combined with the traditional guild-like master-apprentice mentalities, it has made the education sector deeply unpopular. Looking at them, you can barely see any hope or future for society.