A childhood story
A memory from when I was in Primary school.
This is a memory of when we were in class 2
Looking back, I never fully appreciated how difficult it must have been for our teacher to explain and answer a bunch of seven-year-olds questions shooting at her.
How hard must have it been for her to teach a classroom full of curious kids who were able to switch between languages and ideas with ease? How hard it must have been for her to explain concepts and rules that exist in one language and context, and has no relevance in another? How hard must have been to be a teacher to be little terrors.