NaPoWriMo Day3 – My student

Every teacher has one of these. That rebel of a student who she always scolds but who always brings a smile to her heart. My student He exasperates me, Makes me tear my hair out. It’s all I can do to keep calm And not yell or shout. The other students complain, That he won’t let…

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My First Day As A Teacher

  I looked across the sea of faces, My heart a mess of a million fears; Fifty pairs of eyes watched me, Some curiously, and some full of tears. All the names I had to remember; Make myself heard above their cries. How on earth, was I, I wondered, Supposed to make all of them…

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How I became a teacher

I was all of fourteen. It was the 5th of September, 1979, Teacher’s Day. I was in the tenth standard and as usual the teachers had gone for a picnic, leaving us, the tenth standard students to run the school. I was in charge of the kindergarten. I had been told to ensure that all…

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