Somewhere along the way, all that mistrust (from teachers and students) gave me the will to keep going. In the last 2 years I finally understood how it was that I taught, what my "methodology" is.
I teach with and through love. I really care about my kids. I feel every little pain they feel. I want them to get better, I want them to feel they can be better. For some, going to faculty or going to the moon are eually impossible. They doubt themselves every step of the way. Maybe far more used to heraing "you can't..." than to "you can..."
Our role as teachers... I've thought of this again and again. I still don't know exactly what it is. I just know this: today I gave a student a cookie. He had been angry and looking miserable the whole lesson, refusing to do anything. I should have given him the cookie the first time he said "I'm hungry". That was probably the first thing he had the whole morning and by the time I gave it to him, it was already 12:30. He smiled when he saw it. He smiled when he left the room. He didn't say "thank you", he's too tough for that and we're not there, yet. But I really couldn't care less. I didn't give him the cookie to hear him thank me, but because he was hungry. And for at least once in the morning, inside a classroom, he smiled.