https://www.online-literature.com/forums/blog.php?52192-jhonerliz The largest classic literature discussion forum on the Internet. Read Write Teach Share. en Thu, 04 Jun 2026 19:52:17 GMT vBulletin 10 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/images/misc/rss.jpg https://www.online-literature.com/forums/blog.php?52192-jhonerliz https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11859-miss Sun, 07 Aug 2011 14:13:44 GMT ei... i miss u alll, guys... ei... i miss u alll, guys... ]]> jhonerliz https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11859-miss https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11489-I-m-Sorry Tue, 01 Mar 2011 15:46:07 GMT A first year student of mine is crying always because his classmates tease him for being a gay. Sometimes, his teachers got angry with him for he... A first year student of mine is crying always because his classmates tease him for being a gay. Sometimes, his teachers got angry with him for he cried so loud without thinking that he already distracted the class. Of course, if his subject teacher reported to me that matter, I scolded his classmate/s who made him cry. But everytime I did that, his classmate/s just answered me back that it was him who teased his classmates first. So I returned the blame back to him.
One time, during my class with them, I saw him hit one of his claassmates. I scolded him and told him that I am not wondering why many of his classmates made fun with him. He bowed his head and kept silent until I ended my discussion in their class.
Another same scenario happened before they went back home. He approached me again, with so much tears in his eyes, told me that he was teased again by his classmate. But this time, he spoke with more hatred to his classmate because according to him, his classmate also included his mother in the joke which was heard by many of his classmates, so the class laughed so loud.
He said to me, "Ma'am okay lng po kung ako tutuksuhin, wag lang po idamay ang nanay ko. May sakit na nga ang nanay ko, dinadamay pa nila." I really didn't care. I didn't have time to listen to his childish complains .But I made the move that I am always doing, and that is to scold the person who had sinned to him." That was just to end the tumult. And to play fair, I also reprimanded him.
But I was so shocked with the news I got from his classmates this day. They told me that his mother died in cancer yesterday afternoon. I thought that his mother just had an ordinary colds or flu that he was referring to me "may sakit" before. I really feel sorry and guilty up to now.
I now realized why he easily cries every time his classmates tease him. I also realized why, during the last time he was crying to me, he looked so helpless and wanted more comfort from me. But I failed to attend to his needs.
Students know me as a loving and kind teacher. But after what happened this student of mine, I'm not what they are thinking about me. I fee so inconsiderate and insensitive adviser. I really feel guilty.
Being a teacher is not an easy profession. You thought that you're doing the right things but are not. You tried to make good decisions, but it's really hard. You give your best, but it is not enough.
How many times will the heart of the teachers broke into pieces because of the different sitations they will encounter with their students, colleagues, and superiors?
Yes, only God knows. And may God continue giving us, teachers, the courage and strength to continue feeding the hungry minds in spite of the mistakes we made and weaknesses we felt.
To my student, Erwin, I'm really sorry. I love you and your classmtes a lot. ]]> jhonerliz https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11489-I-m-Sorry https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11385-Temptation-Leave-Me-Alone-Self-Control-Please-Come-to-My-Life Thu, 27 Jan 2011 10:14:05 GMT Temptations are everywhere. You can't run away from it, even hide from it. It comes in our life every now and then and try to victim our weaknesses.

It's really hard on my part to stay away from different temptations. I'm a weak person and always committed mistakes or sins in life. Though I know that it is a sin to do this or that thing, I still do it thinking that it will make me happy or satisfied. But of course, at the end, regret is what I always felt and blaming myself for not having self- control.

Self-control, I know, is the best weapon for us to fight with the temptations that always come in our life. It keeps us away from sins and make us to be more disciplined.

But I found difficult to have it. Even in simple things, I can't control myself. I'm getting fatter and promise myself almost everyday to have a diet. But every time I see food that attracts my taste, I can't control myself but to buy and eat that food. I also sleep late and so I wake up late too. Because of that, I always come to my school late. I promise myself often to go to bed early but this internet surfing, facebooking, etc. keep my eyes open.

I have done little and even big sins in life because of lack of self-control and it always put me into regret or even sometimes, depression. I'm already in this situation and want to blame temptation for keeping me from sins. I also want to blame my self for not having self-control.

Temptation, leave me alone! Self-control, please come to my life! I don't want to be a sinner anymore...


(I know God can help me a lot with this matter. So I pray for His Holy Spirit too to come in my life and guide me always... May His unending love forgive my sins and help me to stay away from it....) ]]> jhonerliz https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11385-Temptation-Leave-Me-Alone-Self-Control-Please-Come-to-My-Life https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11252-Am-I-Happy-or-Not Fri, 17 Dec 2010 10:30:12 GMT As the Christmas is fast approaching, I can't understand if I will be happy or sad. I know the real meaning of it and the real purpose of celebrating it. But, I'm just an ordinary individual that has different moods and feelings. And I can't control my feelings with this matter.

It's indeed a happy one when I and my students celebrated our xmas party together. I saw the joys on their faces as we played different games and exchanged our gifts. Yes, I'm happy celebrating Christmas with my students and also with my co-teachers.

But the situation in my school is really different here at home. I can't say that I'm still happy staying here. Life is really boring here. Life is full of mistrust and misunderstanding. Every time I'm here at home, I just want to stay in my bedroom and play my favorite game on my cellphone. I'm sure to myself that I'm not happy at my home anymore. I'm not happy living with my husband and with his mother anymore.

I do love my husband but i don't know what is really happening.

Maybe because of not having a baby for almost 5 years? or for not living separately with his mother? or having the feeling that I am not the priority of my husband? I really don't know.

My students give me a lot of happiness but my husband is not. I'm just trying to be okay in front of him but the truth is I'm not.

Hope that my heart will really fill the love and happiness that I needed and want this Christmas. :( ]]> jhonerliz https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11252-Am-I-Happy-or-Not https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11219-My-Mission Tue, 07 Dec 2010 11:16:34 GMT I am a teacher. Therefore, my missions are to teach my students and mold them to be better individuals. But that was my perception before until I... I am a teacher. Therefore, my missions are to teach my students and mold them to be better individuals.

But that was my perception before until I met Chinamae. Chinamae is my student.

One day, she approached me and ask me if she can be my laundrywoman. I was really shocked with her question and I asked her why. And then I learned from her that she was already the breadwinner of her family. Her father already left them. And she has a baby sister that's why her mother can't work for a living. So all the responsibilities are already left on her shoulder. She was washing clothes every 6 in the evening in one their family's friends and paid her 50 pesos.

I didn't want to leave her that time without an assurance that she can have an extra work. So after my work hours, we went to my previous private school and asked the director and principal if she can work in their school even as a janitress. I also asked my co-teachers if they can give a work to my poor student but she was unlucky.

Being bothered with her situation, I offered her some little help. I told her that she can eat her lunch with me everyday (for sometimes, she and her family can't eat three times a day). I also told her that I can give her 20 pesos everyday. But she needs to help me in recording my quizzes, tests, etc. I also told her that I can support her studies.

The next day, we ate lunch together and she helped me in some of my paper works. She was very thankful to me and was very happy because 20 pesos for her is a big help.

Chinamae is now included in my mission: To assure that she can eat even once a day and can have a little extra money from me. I will not leave Chinamae until I see she graduate in her studies.

Sometimes, we are just focusing ourselves in our work. But situation will bring us into a realization that we have many missions in our life to be done or to be fulfilled. ]]> jhonerliz https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11219-My-Mission https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10960-Somewhere-Down-the-Road Sun, 05 Sep 2010 14:40:53 GMT A student-teacher relationship... That we are supposed to be. At first, I can deliver my lesson in our class well. I discuss, you listen. I give... A student-teacher relationship... That we are supposed to be. At first, I can deliver my lesson in our class well. I discuss, you listen. I give activities, you do them. And then, you and your classmates love me the way I deliver my lesson. In return, I also learn to love you and your classmates.

Every time I go in your classroom, you're always there to help me bring my things. And every time I need your simple help, you also there for me. You also accompanied me in every where I go. Yes, a good friendship with you had been developed and I was happy to be one of your friends.

But what happened in our friendship?

I know, its really a sin to love you. It's clear in my mind that I am your teacher, and you are only my student. The fact that I'm also married also haunts me saying that I am a sinful person for loving you.

But what can I do? Loving you gives me happiness and hope that someday, I will be completely happy in my life. I want to stop this insanity but it's hard.

I know that you also love me more than I do. And thanks for that.

We have the right love at the wrong time.

But signing up here and doing me this letter for you changed my mind. I have no right to make you stay. You're still young and can find woman who really deserves for your love.

Let's go back to what we are... I am your teacher, and you are my student. Letting you go doesn't mean that I don't care with your feelings anymore. It just means that I really love you and want you to give a chance to look for what is best for you.

Our journey is not yet ended. Our path will cross again, I know. And if it will happen, and we will realize that our hearts really belong for each other, then it will be our time to continue our love. Hopefully, we will be courageous enough to fight for it.

For the mean time, just enjoy your high school life. Study hard and finish your studies. I will be happy if you will be successful in life.

Take care always...

This song is for you....




Somewhere Down the Road – Nina

We had the right love
At the wrong time
Guess I always knew inside
I wouldn’t have you for a long time

Those dreams of yours
Are shining on distant shores
And if they’re calling you away
I have no right to make you stay

But somewhere down the road
Our roads are gonna cross again
It doesn’t really matter when
But somewhere down the road
I know that heart of yours
Will come to see
That you belong with me

Sometimes good-byes are not forever
It doesn’t matter if you’re gone
I still believe in us together
I understand more than you think I can
You have to go out on your own
So you can find your way back home

And somewhere down the road
Our roads are gonna cross again
It doesn’t really matter when
But somewhere down the road
I know that heart of yours
Will come to see
That you belong with me
Letting go is just another way to say
I’ll always love you so

We had the right love
At the wrong time
Maybe we’ve only just begun
Maybe the best is yet to come
‘Cause

Somewhere down the road
Our roads are gonna cross again
It doesn’t really matter when
But somewhere down the road
I know that heart of yours
Will come to see
That you belong
With me


I love you... Goodbye for now... ]]> jhonerliz https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10960-Somewhere-Down-the-Road https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10843-Still-Want-to-be-a-Part-of-Their-Lives Fri, 13 Aug 2010 12:33:24 GMT I rendered my service in a private school for four years. And for those years of stay in that institution, I learned many things. I learned to deal... I rendered my service in a private school for four years. And for those years of stay in that institution, I learned many things. I learned to deal with different kinds of people: my superiors, my co-teachers, parents, and especially, my students. That institution contributed a lot to my emotional, social, and professional growth too.

I learned to love that school and I realized that it was hard to leave it for I didn't want to be separated to my superiors who trusted me a lot and to my students who were very sweet and lovable.To transfer in a public school was indeed far in my thoughts. I rather stay there and be satisfied receiving small amount of money than leaving my students who were, I knew, can give their big love to me.

But feeding more hungry minds is really my call of duty... I woke up one day that I had to leave them and give my service to big numbers of students . Though it was the hardest decision in my life, I still needed to bid goodbye to them.

For a year of being in a big institution, I thank God for sending me there. I realized that there are many students who need my wisdom and love. They are more in need than those in my previous school.

But as time goes by, I can say that my love and care for my old students in private school remain the same. It's hard to explain the longing for their laughter, for their stories, for their sweetness and for their love. It's also hard to explain the jealousy I feel when I see them happy in their new teachers. And it's also hard to explain the sadness that always haunts me every time I think that I'm not already a part of their life. For me, they are the best students that I had and I want to be with them forever.

But I know I can't. I need to continue my mission: To feed more hungry minds. I need to accept that students will come and go...

I better need to do my job with dedication. And it will be a big pleasure on my part if students will appreciate the effort I give for them and if they will remember me forever as Ma'am Liza who always loves them for who they are. ]]> jhonerliz https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10843-Still-Want-to-be-a-Part-of-Their-Lives https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10438-Where-is-He Sat, 22 May 2010 11:17:06 GMT He doesn't talk to you for days,
even kiss you or embrace.

If he talks, just for a business matter,
and not because he cares.

I just wonder and ask myself,
can he live now without me?

***********************************

He is the man I promised to love,
and give to him my heart and life,

He is the man who makes me smile,
and comfort me if I'm blue or sad.

But where is he now, a question to myself,
will his love and care are near to end? ]]> jhonerliz https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10438-Where-is-He https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10017-Just-Now Sat, 06 Mar 2010 15:34:23 GMT My monthly period comes.... just now....

I really don't know what to say here. I also can't understand what I feel for having my monthly period now.

It's been five years of waiting, five years of disappointment, five years of craving, craving to have a baby.

In our first year of marriage, my husband and I told to each other that maybe for God, it's not yet the proper time to have a baby and just we need to wait when God will bless us a baby. But it's already 5 years of waiting. So my husband and I decided to consult on a doctor. I had my first consultation and we realized that asking help for medicine is really expensive. But we need to continue the medication because having a baby is more important than wasting money.

While I'm in the stage of medication, I read from Didache, my gospel reflection this lines, "When there is faith, God is doing His miracles." I showed this passage to my husband and he hugged me. He told me that we need to continue our faith to Him and that He will soon bless us with a baby.

Days passed with full of mixed emotions. Every time I think the different things that may happen to me if I become pregnant, I feel the excitement. Its also happy to see that my husband is always beside me. I trust God but fear also haunts me. There are many times that "what if" stocked up in my mind and can't move myself from trusting God again.

And now, just now, my period comes. I already texted my husband (his on office right now) and informed him about this. I started crying as I logging on here. And I am still crying. I don't know if how long will I wait, if how long will I ask God for it and if how long will I feel the depression and craving to have a baby.

Is five years of waiting not enough? Is the pain not enough?

What will I and my husband need to do for us to have the gift that we are waiting for? Please tell me... Oh God, please tell me what will I do... Do we need to keep on trying and to keep on waiting?........... ]]> jhonerliz https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10017-Just-Now https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?9974-Regrets Sat, 27 Feb 2010 16:15:04 GMT (After writing a simple story about the “My Perfect Pair of Shoes”, I realized that I can be able to make a story out of shoes ^_^… Then, I... (After writing a simple story about the “My Perfect Pair of Shoes”, I realized that I can be able to make a story out of shoes ^_^… Then, I remembered another person that became part of my life and I made a story about shoes that fits to what happened to us”. Here is the story…..)

When I was a child, my mother always got angry at me for walking in the streets barefooted. She always told me that my feet might be hurt if I will not wear slippers when I walk outside the house. But since I was just a little naughty girl, I ignored her yelling at me and continuously playing with my friends barefooted. Until I learned to use slippers and shoes when I started to go to school.

When I was studying, I didn’t care if I wore a beautiful or new pair of shoes. Maybe because I understand that I was grown up in a poor family and my parents can’t afford to buy me a new pair of shoes. Sometimes, what I used for my schooling were just the old things used by my aunt in her office.

Until one day, while waiting for a jeepney in our way home from school, I saw my best friend and my other classmates looking and laughing at my old pair of shoes. It hurts. It really hurts to see your best friend laughing at you because of having that old ugly pair of shoes. I walked alone to my house crying. My parents saw my tears and asked me why I was crying. I told them what happened.

The following day, I didn’t come to school. My parents gave me money to buy a new pair of shoes. When I was in a small market, I saw a beautiful pair of shoes. I really wanted to buy it but my money was not enough for it. I saw another pair of shoes which my money can afford and I thought that it was more durable than the first one. So I bought the second pair of shoes I saw.

On my way home, I was still thinking for the first beautiful shoes that caught my attention. I felt a little regret and told myself to save my money so I can buy it. When I have enough money, I went back in the market to buy the beautiful pair of shoes. But regret comes last. The beautiful pair of shoes that I really wanted to buy was already bought by the other person.

It really hurts when we admired or loved a person and we didn’t have the chance to show our feelings. It is much painful that the person you once loved was already in the arms of someday. But what do we need to do? Whether we like it or not, we need to accept that he is already happy with his someone else.

I felt the feeling of regret when I admired my classmate before. I was not able to show my feelings because I had no guts to say what I feel for him. I told myself that maybe in perfect time, I can express my love for him.

But time passed and the love also faded. It faded without having the chance to say that I was once admired and loved him.

But we are just living in a small world. Our paths cross once again but this time, I already married. He, on the other hand, is preparing for the coming of his baby.

I can’t understand why my admiration for him never fades. Though I want to control my feelings, it’s hard. It really makes me crazy.

But I come up to a decision. And that is to tell him what I really feel.

To Him, I know it’s too late. I don’t care. What I care for now is to tell you that once in my life, you were really here in my heart. You were the beautiful pair of shoes I missed to buy and I regret that it was already bought by somebody.

I know that you need to continue living with your owner, and I do to need to continue living with the shoes I have now.

Take care always. You will be forever here in my heart. ]]> jhonerliz https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?9974-Regrets https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?9884-My-Perfect-Pair-of-Shoes Sat, 13 Feb 2010 13:25:16 GMT I was raised up in a poor family. My late father was a driver and my mother made and delivered yema’t pulboron in different schools and houses. After... I was raised up in a poor family. My late father was a driver and my mother made and delivered yema’t pulboron in different schools and houses. After father got stroke, we only depended on mother’s little income and sometimes a help from my aunt. So it’s hard for us to buy what we needed and wanted. My bag and pair of shoes used in my schooling were only the old ones used by my aunt in her office.

I understand the situation I had in my family. I was just a simple person with simple dreams and it was ok for me to continue dreaming without money.

Until one day, while waiting for a jeepney in our way home from school, I saw my best friend and my other classmates looking and laughing at my old pair of shoes. It hurts. It really hurts to see even your best friend laughing at you because of having that old ugly pair of shoes. I walked alone to my house crying. My parents saw my tears and asked me why I was crying. I told them what happened.

I didn’t know how my parents got money because the following day, they bought me a new pair of shoes. I was so happy that time. It was not an expensive one but for me, that was a perfect pair of shoes I had for it was bought by my parents for me. I did not need to ask my aunt anymore to lend me her shoes again.

I told myself to take care of it. But since that was my only shoes, after years of using it, it became an old rugged pair of shoes. Though it was old, I didn’t throw it. I kept those shoes because that was still the prefect pair of shoes I had.

There’s no such a perfect person. But when we learned to love and be loved, we will consider our partner to be a perfect one. But before we met that perfect person, we will shed more tears first and learned more lessons from the heartaches we had. And once we found him, we want to take care of him and never want to hurt him. But we need to continuously share our life to the perfect person we love. Continuously share our laughter and tears, our hopes and dreams, our failure and success. And sometimes, we hurt them unintentionally.

Sharing our life with our partner is like using our favorite pair of shoes. We use and love them every day. Though we want to take care for them as long as we can, there are still times that we hurt them. But what important is, our love for our favorite and perfect pair shoes remains and never fades.

My husband is my perfect pair of shoes. He is a perfect man for me. I’m happy to be with him. I do want to share my whole life with him and without him, I am like a woman wandering around in the midst of darkness. But there are still times that shortcomings and misunderstanding come. Sometimes, our relationship is like old rugged shoes and needed to throw away in a trash. But it is my deepest love for him (I know he also does) that keeps the pair of shoes shiny and new one.

To my husband, Guiller Jonas Matacot Jr., thanks for being my perfect pair of shoes. Thanks for being my hopes, my dreams, and my life. We may not be a perfect partner but I know that our deepest and true love for each other will keep our relationship shiny, new and beautiful one like a beautiful perfect pair of shoes I had.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

I love you very much…. ]]> jhonerliz https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?9884-My-Perfect-Pair-of-Shoes https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?9282-Friend-of-Mine Sat, 14 Nov 2009 11:37:44 GMT A man came into my life though this net and became my best friend. I shared my sadness and happiness with him... Cried and laughed with him... Told... A man came into my life though this net and became my best friend. I shared my sadness and happiness with him... Cried and laughed with him... Told my activities and even my secrets with him...

But one day, I woke up and realized that I didn't love my best friend anymore... 'Coz my love for him as my friend became deeper and already love him more than a friend...

I need to control the feelings I have for him because I'm already married. But I can't. I told him what I feel and he told me that he also feels the same. But we need to control these feelings because he doesn't like to destroy my relationship with my husband.

While continuing our friendship, situation went worst. I started getting jealous to the women surround him. I started visiting his Facebook profile everyday, reading and checking all his activities there. Until I read one of his comment to his one friend saying that he cant smile without her. Mixed emotions I felt. I almost cried and asked myself if what is my real role in his life. Can't I make him smile? We talk everyday and laugh everyday but why he looks incomplete with me when I read that message?

I confronted him about what I read and he explained his side. But there was a worst revelation happened. He told me that he has a girl friend. That time I cried...

I thought that he is really my best friend. He knows me very well because I didn't keep any secret to him. I became honest to him and I thought that he also did.

That night I want him to vanish in my life. I hated him for not telling me the truth and for not trusting me. I know that he was so regretful that time. He asked for my forgiveness. But it's not wasy to say say.

I really treasure the friendship we have. I'm willing to sacrifice the special love that I feel for him but I can't sacrifice our friendship. I talked to him the next day and asked his forgiveness for all the bad words I uttered to him. He also again, asked for forgiveness.

This friend of mine shares once again his laughters and tears with me. And I really thank God for helping us fixed our problems.

To my online best friend, Jose Lacanaria, I love you so much... ]]> jhonerliz https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?9282-Friend-of-Mine https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?8657-Bicycle Fri, 31 Jul 2009 12:55:45 GMT A lad is wishing to have a bicycle. His father is half- paralyzed, and his mother is only a laundrywoman... In their status, how can he reach his... A lad is wishing to have a bicycle. His father is half- paralyzed, and his mother is only a laundrywoman... In their status, how can he reach his dream to have a bicycle?

But this lad was really eager to have it. He saved his money. He walks everyday going to his school and going back home. He even didn't buy anything during recess to have...a bicycle.

And now, he is in the hospital. He is admitted and needs 4 bags of blood. Doctor said that they need to get some of his bone marrow also. Doctor suspects that he as a LEUKEMIA...

His saved 800 pesos is already gone... And they need more money for his hospital needs. And it's hard because his father is half-paralyzed and his mother is only a laundrywoman.

I don't know what will be the other coming expenses.

I don't have more money. I also belong in a poor family. But I will do everything to save the life of this lad who is wishing to have a bicycle for he this lad is my...

NEPHEW... ]]> jhonerliz https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?8657-Bicycle https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?7588-Proud-to-be-a-Teacher Fri, 27 Feb 2009 13:08:32 GMT I still remember my college prof when she said, "Do not continue your course, because teaching is a difficult profession. If you want to be rich, the door is still open, change your course now."

I'm now in my 5 years of teaching. And the words of my professor are still fresh in my mind. Yes, she is right. Teaching is a very difficult job. Everyday lesson planning, disciplining the students, building good relationship with the administrators, co-teachers and even parents are hard tasks. And for my five years of teaching, I still have nothing. I don't have car, house or even expensive jewelry or accessories that I can be proud of.

But you know what? I'm happy and proud for being a teacher. Yes, my profession is a difficult one. Yes, I don't have those material things but my students are enough and they make my life complete. I don't know why. They are not perfect students. They commit mistakes almost everyday and I cried many times because of them.

I encountered different problems in my profession. One of my students before, hate me until now for unknown reason. One of the parents once said, "Wala kang kwentang adviser". ("You are a nonsense adviser!) That student hurt me a lot and the words of that parent are unforgettable. But I'm still here, teaching and giving my best to mold and train them.

I love my students. Maybe its really the LOVE for my students that became my greatest armor in facing the problems in my profession. I work hard not for the money only, but for them. I'm willing to give my best not to impress my director or principal, but to give the best to them.

I am very proud to my profession and I want to teach students for the rest of my life. ;) ]]> jhonerliz https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?7588-Proud-to-be-a-Teacher