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To Sir, With Love.
Oct. 2nd, 2004 03:16 pmNot amazing piece of prose, not an extraordinary story either, but touching at places. And very humane.
Would like to brag about the shamefully little bit of teaching I have done also. My "childern" were a bunch of scientists at a lab, some of them bald, some grey haired. I was developing a cluster app there and gave them C++ programming lessons, which I bet they found only mildly interesting. Blame is definitely on the teacher.
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Happy birthday to the Mahatma.
In preparation for the day and the temporary prohibition, one dude bought home two bottles of vodka last night. He says weekends are for booze, Gandhi or no Gandhi.
...And then I stopped, feeling sudeenly washed clean, whole and alive again. Tears were in my eyes, unashamedly, for there, standing in a close, separate group on the pavement outside Seale's door was my class, my childern, all or nearly all of them, smart and self-conscious in their best clothes. O God, forgive me for the hateful thoughts, because I love them, these brutal, disarming bastards, I love them...There's no profession like that of a teacher's. I would love to keep a copy of To Sir, With Love, for my very special teacher. Part of this book she taught us at school.
Would like to brag about the shamefully little bit of teaching I have done also. My "childern" were a bunch of scientists at a lab, some of them bald, some grey haired. I was developing a cluster app there and gave them C++ programming lessons, which I bet they found only mildly interesting. Blame is definitely on the teacher.
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Happy birthday to the Mahatma.
In preparation for the day and the temporary prohibition, one dude bought home two bottles of vodka last night. He says weekends are for booze, Gandhi or no Gandhi.
