Teacher-student relations. - 29.04.2009 21:45
Your hand on my shoulder.
You see me, you look at me, but you don't see me.
You see you. In me.
I am your hope.
You believe in me.
Your touch makes me feel uneasy.
And I avoid looking in your eyes.
Still I like your lesson and respect your opinion. You know what you are talking about. Everytime you catch me on my own, you ask how I am, you ask about my health.
It touches me, that you seem to care.
In the end you find caring people in a corner you don't expect them to be.
In the end you made me believe that I am able to do something good with these hands of mine.
Like a teacher should.
Suta
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