I was nervous as I walked down a long corridor with the teacher. I didn’t know what to expect. Having walked through a dirty street in what looked like the end of a forgotten and largely neglected part of town I wasn’t really expecting a clean environment.
Then I walked in to a chorus of “Good Morning, Teacher! Good Morning Teacher!” (repeated at least five times) and I forgot about the surroundings. I was looking at a bunch of little children with faces scrubbed and powdered, in their cleanest clothes, all ready to learn. I could feel Read More