It seems like yesterday when one read a chapter out of E.R. Braithwaites’s To Sir, With Love. Then, I had felt I was the student wishing for a teacher that was like Sir.
It was an excerpt from the book in the English textbook in class six and we nonchalantly went on to the next chapter.
Yesterday night, I got to watch a movie based on the book.
This time, however, I imagined that I was the teacher, and imagined that I had had students like those in the book, like those in the movie.
Yesterday night, I completed an education.