through the years of attending public schools, I was taught by all kinds of teachers. tall, fat, fierce, humourous, weird and etc. 1 sent me to the principal’s for trying to pick up a pencil (menopause?). 1 threw my book down 4 levels of classrooms built by contractor-with-lowest-bid (menstrual?). and one just plain dismiss me off by a “Forget it.” (mental?).
obviously not all of them are bad, just most. there are good ones like the one during that time who did that something where I was there, but totally forgot.
and of course, there’s my darling wife who is a teacher in St James Church Kindergarten. I wish I’m 5 years old again so that I can be in her class and buy her an apple on Teachers’ Day!
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