Saturday, July 22, 2006
Polishing my own halo until it is ready to fall down and choke me!
Which translates as ...
Dear Mrs Langthorne
I wish you were going to be my teacher in year 2 I will miss you and I think you will have good luck in the nursery and I will wave you at the fence.
Love from Gursharan
I swear to god I have taught her to use more full-stops than that but it should be noted that I'll miss her too!
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4 comments:
Aawww, how cute. I guess one of the biggest downsides of being the teacher is leaving them all at the end of each year.
Thank goodness they still have a fence to wave at you through!
awwww thats so sweet, i bet you miss them all so much...mind you i know i still remember my favourite teachers from primary school, they'll still be telling their friends about you when their 30...
*hugs*
Oh how sweet!! That would have made me cry!
Those are the notes that just melt your heart and make it all worth it, aren't they?
I could read it and then I read your translation, and realized I had deciphered it correctly, funny how we learn to read children's writing... and walker's...lol, don't tell him I said that.
He is the one who did the blog template for me, it was a huge favor, and I appreciated it very much.
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