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And They Leave the Nest

Words fail me as I look as the images of Language Camp 2008, beautifully planned and executed by my very own students...

Each smiling face a bright splash of colour in the tapestry of my life...

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I remember the first time I ever set my eyes on each and every one of them...All so young and full of life...So full of hope... So full of ready smiles...

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And watched them grow throughout the semester, gaining strength upon strength, slowly but surely becoming the educators they are destined to be... Dedicated, knowledgeable, serious in their work but at the same time able to have fun, enjoying their work...In fact this element is central in what I teach my students - Know your stuff but never, ever forget to have fun...Remember that, and you will be teachers that your students will remember until end of their days...

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My gaze drifts from image to image...Some of my students...Some of their students...

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Each one with a such a strong sense of life in their eyes...

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My eyes start to moisten... Probably some dust...

My students...

My pride and joy...

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::.. a t i q a h ..:: said…
We are nothing without you guys as the gurus. :)
July 3, 2008 at 4:58 AM
Princess Liyana said…
Thank you so much Sir:)huhuhu
July 3, 2008 at 5:27 AM
missyizzati said…
its the dust sir. ehe. ;p
July 3, 2008 at 2:03 PM
Abdullah said…
Atiqah,
The mark of a good teacher can only be seen in the quality of his students

Princess,
You're most welcome :)

Ijat,
You're probably right...just waaay too much dust in this room ;)
July 3, 2008 at 3:15 PM
missyizzati said…
but sir,the pleasure you get in seeing your students 'leaving the nest', is nice eh? i may not become a teacher but i'll do it in a different way. :)
July 4, 2008 at 12:22 PM
Abdullah said…
To put it in the words of the great Shakespeare:
"Parting is such sweet sorrow"
You can be whoever or whatever you want to be..whether teacher or not..It is for you to choose your own path.. Teaching is a noble profession that can only be taken up by those who hear its call..
Whoever or whatever you decide to be, you will always be my student, and I will always be proud of what you achieve in life :)
July 4, 2008 at 9:46 PM
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