When I was a little kid, I loved presents (actually I still do!). In 1992, when I was in the first grade in elementary school, I wanted to choose my future job! But I couldn’t make my mind. Then the Teachers Day came. I was sitting in the second bench next to the wall. The class was dim and was lit just by two florescent lamps, one over the students and the other over the teacher’s desk. The teacher was sitting behind her desk, on which there was lots of presents. There was a model bicycle, a little statue, a little table lamp (which was on the edge of the desk and I was worried it was going to fall) and lots of more gift wrapped boxes and books. Suddenly I knew it. I wanted to be a teacher!