I remember

17 February 2015 By In Blog Studies
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I remember when I entered my first elementary classroom. I felt as if I had returned home after a long absence. So much was familiar. The soft boards still displayed “students’ work”; bells still interrupted the lessons to announce that the lesson was over; the dusty odour of chalk still filled the air. The familiarity of these sights, sounds, and smells made me feel very comfortable and at ease; rather, it made me think that it was

a simple transition from student to teacher. Yet, ironically, soon I realised that this very familiarity was a trap. It turned out to be a very demanding place. 

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