I have been blessed with 12 angels this year so I felt it was my duty to dedicate a small space to them..
My first class, my first year teaching and I'm sure this will remain the best year ever. They make me proud because they are oh so smart, smarter than me most of the time. I've taught them the art of mind boggling..and now the students have over run the teacher.
They are a real challange. Sponges of knowledge, thirsty for facts.. the more fascinating the better. They have a rhydm, a fast one indeed, and you either get carried away or get left behind.
Their tongues are sharp, sometimes sharper than their wit. But they try hard, harder than probably they could achieve, because I push them, because I believe in them. They have so much to share, and I have so little time to listen to all their wonderful stories. They talk and talk and move and talk, and eat and talk and write and talk. Because they live life so intesly, minute by minute and they seep it all in somehow.
It hurts when I have to act "teacher" with them. Yes, sometimes I have to stand above them and raise my voice. Sometimes I even shed their tears. But I swear, never with hate or pleasure. I weep inside with them, but my firm word, I hope, will prevent firm feet stepping on their heads eventually.
They are my pride. Every single one of them. And I pray for them to always remain so crisp and fresh and pure, and intelligent. The list could go on, but let me not be overly soppy.
This was just to prove that Super Sexy Super Cicra has a heart ;)
