Teachers' Day. Teaching is definitely amongst one of the toughest professions ever. I know it is not easy to deal with a humungous bunch of screaming rebellious children, much less disinterested apathetic teenagers. I truly appreciate what each and every teacher has done for all their students, and for me. I really admire their tolerance and patience and dedication to their work. I am very grateful for the effort and time they put into to groom someone else's child, trying their hardest to make each and every pupil shine. Though I know I have never thanked my teachers enough, neither could I ever fully thank them the way I should, but I sincerely appreciate their contributions and hard work. Kudos to teachers all around the world!

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On this special day, I would like to take this opportunity to thank you, Mrs Chua. There is so much I have to say (yes, whats new!), and yet there is also so much I have never said to you.

As cliche as it sounds, time flies! In a blink of an eye, we are already midway through 2011. I remember when we first met you at the start of the year: During the first geog lesson, you came into class and went straight to the point of putting your expectations straight on the table. I still remember you telling the class that we could call you whatever we want behind your back, you did not care, as long as we achieve those A1s. I also remember you calling me a FILI FALA girl because I didn't know about the earthquake occurrences in Christchurch. (HAHAHA)

You always had very high expectations for your classes. I remember in semester 1, whenever our work was not up to standard, or whenever we forgot to bring our notes/textbook, you would make us stand. As a result, almost every lesson majority of the class was punished to stand. Just like many others, I used to get very annoyed with you because of this, and even ranting endlessly about how you were a terribly fierce and scary teacher and detesting your classes. Thinking back now, though I never realised it, you taught me to be more disciplined, to be more responsible and to take pride in my work. Surprisingly, that fear I had of falling short of your expectations and being punished yet again made me step up my game, and to put in a lot more effort in my work.

Over time, I did come to see that you are actually a lovely teacher. Behind that possible ferocious facade, you were also a very fun and interesting person. You always have funny anecdotes to relate and somehow there was always an added element of fun in your lessons. I began to enjoy your lessons and in turn, upkeeping the quality of my work too. So from doing my work out of 'fear', I slowly started to like geography. I didn't use to like the subject, in fact i loathed it! But I guess over time its beginning to grow on me and I enjoy taking your class.

I sincerely thank you for the dedication you put in to every lesson and the patience you display in enduring my nonsense. I know I am not the most cooperative or disciplined student and I know I constantly disrupt lessons with my incessant chatter and laughter. So i'm sorry and thanks so much for being so tolerant. Thank you very much for all you have done for your students and the class. I greatly appreciate it.

Happy teachers' day to you!

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I turned the corner, and there you were. It was fate, as though it was just meant to be. You smiled. With arms spread open, beckoning to me. I approached you. You threw your arms around my neck. Instinctively, I did the same. And though unspoken, there was a sense of mutual acknowledgement somehow. We just stood there for a moment. For that moment the world and time seemed to freeze and only you mattered. A nice, long, warm hug. Nothing else mattered in that moment. Its hard to place a finger on what, but there was a feeling of familiarity – as though meeting an old friend. I began to choke up a little, I dont know why! But that sense of reciprocal appreciation and affection was practically priceless. It is interesting how things change, interpersonal relations. It is really so elusive; I doubt I would ever begin to comprehend its full virtues.  Truly, it is almost unimaginable we have changed from two people who didn't get along, to that precious moment of today.

And just to clear the air, I ask forgiveness, for the things I've done you blamed me for. But then I guess we know there's blame to share, and none of this seems to matter anymore... Who can say if I've been changed for the better, but because I knew you, I have been changed for good.

Teachers' Day. Teaching is definitely amongst one of the toughest professions ever. I know it is not easy to deal with a humungous bunch of screaming rebellious children, much less disinterested apathetic teenagers. I truly appreciate what each and every teacher has done for all their students, and for me. I really admire their tolerance and patience and dedication to their work. I am very grateful for the effort and time they put into to groom someone else's child, trying their hardest to make each and every pupil shine. Though I know I have never thanked my teachers enough, neither could I ever fully thank them the way I should, but I sincerely appreciate their contributions and hard work. Kudos to teachers all around the world!

-----------------

On this special day, I would like to take this opportunity to thank you, Mrs Chua. There is so much I have to say (yes, whats new!), and yet there is also so much I have never said to you.

As cliche as it sounds, time flies! In a blink of an eye, we are already midway through 2011. I remember when we first met you at the start of the year: During the first geog lesson, you came into class and went straight to the point of putting your expectations straight on the table. I still remember you telling the class that we could call you whatever we want behind your back, you did not care, as long as we achieve those A1s. I also remember you calling me a FILI FALA girl because I didn't know about the earthquake occurrences in Christchurch. (HAHAHA)

You always had very high expectations for your classes. I remember in semester 1, whenever our work was not up to standard, or whenever we forgot to bring our notes/textbook, you would make us stand. As a result, almost every lesson majority of the class was punished to stand. Just like many others, I used to get very annoyed with you because of this, and even ranting endlessly about how you were a terribly fierce and scary teacher and detesting your classes. Thinking back now, though I never realised it, you taught me to be more disciplined, to be more responsible and to take pride in my work. Surprisingly, that fear I had of falling short of your expectations and being punished yet again made me step up my game, and to put in a lot more effort in my work.

Over time, I did come to see that you are actually a lovely teacher. Behind that possible ferocious facade, you were also a very fun and interesting person. You always have funny anecdotes to relate and somehow there was always an added element of fun in your lessons. I began to enjoy your lessons and in turn, upkeeping the quality of my work too. So from doing my work out of 'fear', I slowly started to like geography. I didn't use to like the subject, in fact i loathed it! But I guess over time its beginning to grow on me and I enjoy taking your class.

I sincerely thank you for the dedication you put in to every lesson and the patience you display in enduring my nonsense. I know I am not the most cooperative or disciplined student and I know I constantly disrupt lessons with my incessant chatter and laughter. So i'm sorry and thanks so much for being so tolerant. Thank you very much for all you have done for your students and the class. I greatly appreciate it.

Happy teachers' day to you!

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I turned the corner, and there you were. It was fate, as though it was just meant to be. You smiled. With arms spread open, beckoning to me. I approached you. You threw your arms around my neck. Instinctively, I did the same. And though unspoken, there was a sense of mutual acknowledgement somehow. We just stood there for a moment. For that moment the world and time seemed to freeze and only you mattered. A nice, long, warm hug. Nothing else mattered in that moment. Its hard to place a finger on what, but there was a feeling of familiarity – as though meeting an old friend. I began to choke up a little, I dont know why! But that sense of reciprocal appreciation and affection was practically priceless. It is interesting how things change, interpersonal relations. It is really so elusive; I doubt I would ever begin to comprehend its full virtues.  Truly, it is almost unimaginable we have changed from two people who didn't get along, to that precious moment of today.

And just to clear the air, I ask forgiveness, for the things I've done you blamed me for. But then I guess we know there's blame to share, and none of this seems to matter anymore... Who can say if I've been changed for the better, but because I knew you, I have been changed for good.