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Appreciation
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Chinese Translation by Feng Quan
¡@ English Author Unknown ¡@¡@¡@ I¡¦ve been teaching now for over fifteen years and still haven¡¦t found a
way to prepare for the last day of the school year.
¡@¡@¡@ The first day of school always begins with anxiety and nervousness as each
student, and myself, find their place in our little world of the classroom.
We share that world together for the next nine months. I laugh, cry and
eventually celebrate the success as student¡¦s progress. But the same emotions
of joy and sadness flow as I say good-bye on the last day of school. It¡¦
s like saying farewell to family that I may never see again. I always manage
to keep a smile until the last student leaves. Then I sit and let the tears
flow as I look over the gifts left on my desk by departing students.
¡@¡@¡@ After all those days of wondering if I have made a difference, I look at
the cards. ¡§You are the best teacher ever. I love you,¡¨ I read as I quietly
reach for the almost empty box of tissue.
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