I wrote my first poem when I was 14 years old. I remember that poem. It was written for the 8th grade English class. We are studying poetry. I remember the Beatles' lyrics "Black Bird" from their white album. Lyrics are like this. "The squirrel will sing at midnight, let's grab these broken wings and learn to fly." Later on, the word "broken wings" was very important in my life. Lyrical "Learning to fly" reminds me of Richard Bach's "Jonathan Livingstone Seagull" - a book I read in my 6th grade.
I roll my phone with my bed. The school was canceled and the professor sent an e - mail about the death of Janeera. Due to that tragedy, the teachers are considering for the final game. I sent a lecture e - mail, a Spanish teacher called me and answered the phone by telephone, when my professor remembered the beginning of my friendship, I taught to that effect. Slide down. I can not understand the tragedy that made her a comedy. To be honest, as the story develops, it is not fun. A few days later, she was looking for me at school. She expressed her condolences and wrapped her arm with a pair of half-hearted hugs around me. I would like to know if people are talking more closely to the tragedy. I accepted her, but it passed away after all. I can only listen to her video and how she escaped Janeera's death.
In my last article "Tragedy of the teacher" I think that the school system tragically changes you from an excellent teacher to a prison guard. In the school system, your sole purpose is to take your prisoners into drums: follow a versatile school course and complete countless tests. This will sacrifice your professional judgment for the altar of administrative control and unity. This is an insult to your intellectual and professional abilities, and never will your students do not do anything. So now let's take a look at some alternatives.
There are teachers in the school that motivate me to write. Tragically, inspiration is impaired by the inflexible and uninflected system pressure that does not take inspiration into account This system treats all students as a product that meets the necessary criteria . I have not published it in any form until recently, but I continue writing regardless of obstacles. In my opinion, this is a shame experience, the whole system does not support the teacher's inspiration. In the process, I saw continuity because policy makers measure the student 's grades against other people abroad. I graduated from school and I was deprived of my rights. When I was a child, I am passionate about the natural world and I grab every opportunity. I am passionate about history and world affairs, society, politics and economy.