 Incisive pieces of thoughts (2) 1. During class, a boy approached me with an air of mystery and said, “Sir, allow me to show you a picture of a remarkably good-looking man!” Without giving me a chance to reply, he swiftly opened a small box, revealing a mirror. To my surprise, my own reflection stared back at me from the mirror’s surface. 2. As students quietly read their assigned sections, I paced up and down the classroom, occasionally nudging a drowsy boy or girl to keep them engaged. Suddenly, someone tugged at my sleeve. It was a good-looking, bashful boy who requested my assistance in pronouncing a word. 3. A boy boldly approached me and asked, “Why were you absent for the class this morning?” Without missing a beat, I retorted, “I didn’t realize your presence was so crucial that I would be missed.” 4. A girl expressed her dissatisfaction with having to write words ten times as a consequence for any mistakes. “I want to commit the words to memory and improve my English, but I find it tedious to write them repeatedly!” she complained. In response, I stated firmly, “If you dislike the act of writing, it will hinder your ability to memorize them effectively.” 5. As a teacher, the coming together of myself and my students feels like more than mere coincidence; it feels like destiny or what some may refer to as fate. It is a connection that is guided by a higher power - God. These students bring immense joy and fulfillment to my life. The bond that ties me to each and every one of these boys and girls seems to be woven by predestination, a divine design. This is why, in general, I am able to accept and embrace whatever unfolds between us.  |
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