My mom's a teacher. My mother-in-law is a teacher. My sister's mother-in-law is a teacher. My sister is too young to be a teacher but who knows. I have no other choice but to be a teacher.
I used to work in a pre-school for a couple of months during our first year at TTC. All kids wanted to sit as close to me as possible. Each and every 5-year-old wanted to take my hand while walking back to the classroom. All of them repeated carefully potato, tomato, cucumber, radish. We sang and played cards, painted and mimed animals. I was their favorite teacher. Even the religious instruction teacher was put out to grass. Sometimes I was tired of answering billions of questions per minute or girls forgetting to go to the toilet and leaving a wet spot on the floor. But when I started my teaching practice in junior high I realized that problems with kids grow up with kids. But I don't give up so easily and I'm sure I'll eventually work them out. As for now I prefer to be "nasza pani Justynka" and receive flowers on teacher's day. I miss you guys!
GOOD LUCK fellow teachers:)
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