Today, just a simple observation: I've seen two teachers marking papers in the last day. Them with their red pens, ticks, circles and underlines.
It's strange to see how so many people focused almost mesmerised at her going through and marking. Maybe we all remember what our teachers were like and all rewind to those days when those papers where ours.
But perhaps it's the fact that we know they are thankless heroes, abs we stop to remember how difficult their lives are and for z moment how grateful we are to their supervision, guidance and teachings, and most all their patience.
There must be s special place in Heaven - I remember my parents saying this when I was a kid and perhaps on a subconscious level - I tend to inherit that feeling.
It's strange to see how so many people focused almost mesmerised at her going through and marking. Maybe we all remember what our teachers were like and all rewind to those days when those papers where ours.
But perhaps it's the fact that we know they are thankless heroes, abs we stop to remember how difficult their lives are and for z moment how grateful we are to their supervision, guidance and teachings, and most all their patience.
There must be s special place in Heaven - I remember my parents saying this when I was a kid and perhaps on a subconscious level - I tend to inherit that feeling.