My healing centre: My classroom :)

I have been thinking about posting something regarding my classroom on my blog recently and never got around to writing. Every time I sit down to write I realise that words are not enough to express what I experience everyday in my classroom everyday, i.e. lots of love from 36 adorable girls in some way or the other. Some days it’s the cards that kids make, some days it’s hearing “Aap aate ho toh accha lagta hai.” Sometimes it’s “Don’t leave during the Gujarati class_ hume accha nahi lagta.” Sometimes after the school gets over, it’s the “aap rukoge na?” Almost everyday it’s the “Yay!!” in their shrilly high pitched voices when I enter the class and “Kal aana pakka?!” warning.
It is overwhelming. It is stressful ( not this_the planning and teaching part!). It is pure hard work mixed with love. Teaching is not a profession, it is a lifestyle.
And I find myself wondering if I can deal with their superhero expectations from me


I think

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