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Teachers' Day Comes But Once A Year

I'm not we've tapped into this concept of Teachers' Day in North American but it certainly has it benefits.

I was able to sit on the beach yesterday, wade in the sea water and enjoy my book. This sounds like a nice way to pay back a teacher.

Perhaps if I had paid more attention to how I was applying my morning moisturiser - which has 25SPF - I wouldn't have come into school today look like I painted my entire forehead and nose red and my cheeks and chin white.

No need for pictures. I'll allow you to create your own image.

I was also given gift certificates to department stores. Almost a bit too extravagant. So much I wouldn't want to mention the amount but suffice to say I will enjoy shopping for my birthday next week.

(mention TWO on the blog of the birthday. there will be a prize for those who can point out how many times I can slip it into blogversation over the next week. cause I'm just THAT sad.)

I think the best gift though, was a letter I received from one of my students. She has really grown a lot in skill over the last year. She moved from one of my lower classes, to my highest class and is now one of the best students in that class.

She has also learned the key to sucking up.

After reading through sentences about how 'beautiful' and 'kind' and 'lovely' I was, she signed her name 'love, J..' and added one important sentence at the end:

"I didn't letter J... teacher and D... teacher so you no say J... teacher and D... teacher then they jealousy of you."

So either that she likes me best, she was too lazy to write us all OR the genuis of all genius, she wrote us all letters BUT told none of us to speak to each other on the premise that she didn't write the others because we were all individually 'her favorite'.

If her English begins to fail her, she's all set for a career in espionage.


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