Ah, the crisp days of September, when we remember going back to school. I can still smell the leather school bags, visualise the new school books, neatly prepared pens and pencils (ballpoint pens were not permitted in my day – perhaps they were thought to prompt careless handwriting) and recall that feeling of starting out on a fresh chapter of life.
I now think it’s a great privilege to be a teacher and to play such an influential role in the formation of young minds. Everyone remembers an inspiring teacher (and some people remember some pretty dire ones, too). The message a teacher imparts can stay with us for life – and return in later years with renewed understanding.
