The English Teachers of the English Teacher

Last Thursday I met one of my junior high school’s English teacher. I think he was my 2^nd English teacher. He replaced my previous English teacher because of maternity thing. From his appearance maybe people would easily consider him to be a funny teacher. He always has a smiling face.

I am impressed with him because of the comments and pictures that he used to put on our test paper. A simple thing but memorable and I think is worth to do. [ Well, I can’t draw well, so I do another thing, anyway ^^v]

When I told him that I often see him lately around the schools, I found out that he delivers his only daughter to school. At first I thought his daughter was an elementary school’s student. In fact, she is a student in my school and I know her, a calm girl with a medium straight black hair.

Ow… I have a student that used to be my mom’s student and now a student who is my teacher’s child ^^v

On the next day I also met my another English teacher. She taught me at the third year. In my memory she was an energetic teacher, and is still ^^v. At that time she was still a new teacher, maybe just like me now ^^v. Well, after I work here, I have met her few times; when we accompanied our students in competitions, when we attended a wedding party of our friend, or just when we met on our way home from school like that time.

We talked about some random thing along Kartini street until Kaloka – yes we were in the same public transportation, mostly of course about teaching. And in the end she paid me the fare --- ah thank you, Ma’am ^^v. She was with her two daughters, one with the same uniform that I used to have – from my junior high and the other one was --- if I’m not mistaken in the 4^th grade of elementary school.  Sometimes she chatted with them in the middle of our speaking. What a mother!

I was not closed to both of them when I was a student. I was sort of calm student anyway. Yet, as teachers I can say that they are friendly and inspiring… ^^ Thank you Sir, thank you Ma’am. I’ve forgotten the things you’ve taught me, yet your personal being as a teacher is what I’d always remember.

It’s been about ten years since my junior high. What will be in ten year time from now on? Let’s see.