In last week,I have started the topic--Tribute to teachers. But,as in my life,I met many too good teachers,I must continue the topic. Till, we were learning in tenth class, sometimes, we all students from my class, were insisting our some specific teachers to relieve us for playing on ground or for telling us any story in the period. And the teachers were indulging it. When I was learning in eighth class, my father was our class-teacher. In the beginning of the year, I was in tension that if my father would punish the students in my class, those students would take revenge on me. But, such never happened. My father never punished us, and he became their favourite teacher. At that time I realised that the students in our whole school, were honouring my father not because of fear, but to show the respect towards him. When I was learning in the tenth class, there was Kotwal madam to teach us Sanskrit. She...
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