1850. I felt peaceful
I watched the classroom
from the door window. I also could hear them, for the door was a bit
ajar.
The teacher said some things, and the kids, some of them, were acting out,
but at once the teacher again took the class reins.
The students also
contributed to the class with their ditties or isolated messages: the teacher
looked as though she wanted to have them speaking.
She was saying a lot of
things – you know, before speaking a language it’s sound to hear it for long.
The
atmosphere also looked nice. I was ashamed all the stuff was working so well
here. The teacher was giving her best to the kids. On the walls there were
posters, notices in English, a world map. I was comfortable and felt peaceful. This
is a made up story, in honor to all the language teachers.
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