None of my students – or teachers for that matter – remembered the date, but I arrived home from work today to a beautiful drawing by my niece. She had been advised by teachers in her school to make a present for the teachers in her life. It had my name on it, wrongly spelled, of course. It was the best end to the already stressful day, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Happy Teachers’ Day to all those who spend their waking moments thinking of ways and strategies to impart good education in other people’s children, most times for very little pay. You make the world a better place.