Teacher's journal

one evening ago, i asked you to grow a plant.
one evening later , you gave me a forest.

many days ago, i told you to learn to fish.

some feared; some didn't.

last night, you served me the first-class meal with the fish you caught.

many dreams ago, i wanted to be taught by playing with imagination.
one reality ago, i just learned that such imagination was around me.

it is in your eyes, smiles, shyness, fears and laughters.

Thank you for your hearts, energy, and every single great effort you put into your work.
You don't know how much i've been inspired by ALL of You.

You're the reason i want to walk into the class, break down the classroom wall and turn it into a playground.

to my beloved Englishers,