Every morning I walked into the classroom,
as same as usual not the attendance I expected.
I had forgotten how many times I had been disappointed.
I had forgotten when I started being numb.
I had forgotten...
I didn't gave up.
I didn't despair.
Because there's always three student on time.
Still worth to keep my hope because of them.
Still worth to expect the class everyday.
Because a teacher would never give up any student.
I keep the hope...deep in my mind.
Whatever how much disappointing I'll meet.
Comments:
It was crazy...In Wednesday Mr G was composeing poems! I had forgotten the original verson he did...(Kinda like:I walk into class...saw no one in the left hand side...I sighed. And I look to the right hand side there's always three students in my mind...they are(name), (name), and (name))He said he rather do Math problems than write an essay...but now he was composeing poem...nah.
BTW...wish him good luck in the competition that in DC. Hope he would bring me some crabcakes when he is back.
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