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Article by Akinwale Peace: Teachers

Written by Akinwale Peace Akindayo.
Philip Peace.

Teachers.

     "Let them know and they'll make you known".
The pride of teaching is for the pupils/students to understand what you teach or you've taught them.
     Often, students are morally low and some are normal. There should be a level of understanding between pupils/students and the teacher, it'll surely be a interactive and fun and understanding session.

     Often, teacher beats pupil/student that proves unseriousness and it sometimes looks like the teacher has cheated the pupil/student or even the whole class, then it looks down on the teacher that his/her conscience judged him/her, he's either to retrace his steps and clear his conscience or forbid the speaking mind. But if he refused to trace the path to seek for a sacred mistake so as to clear the mess off his mind, he/she rebuffs all and therefore get himself/herself in the mess of pricking heart but if he/she is still hardened, it'll graduate to a stage of sad fruition and put to silence the thought of right acts.

     What should teachers do when they beat guiltlessly but felt discomfort?
The teacher should simply call the victim and elucidate why he/she worth the punishment that had been melted to him/her.
A times, one have to overlook some things in order not to get furious with frequent reoccurrence in the illusional life.
Often, one have to let bygone be bygone and give an ode to the lullaby of a young or of age vexing flesh.
     "It's a pride when you do what is right and smile at the frights cos' it'll makes you strong."

"words from the innocent mind"
           Philip Peace

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