Assignment3

For the story about the teacher and her pupils – touchy. Maybe too much. A bit like those „send this e-mail to 20 persons or you will get a cramp“ e-mails.

Now I had to sit for a while and think which one of my teachers impressed me. Come to think of it, I can hardly recall all of my basic school teachers from all the basic schools I attended . For most of the teachers at high school would go „he’s OK, she’s fine“ and for some „what an ass“, but if I had to choose one, it would be Mr. Michael Tesař. He came to the school the year I was to graduate, as a literature teacher. Tall man with a little hair and a face of a child replaced young Mrs. Čecháková who made you fall asleep with her first words and whose cup of coffee would’t spill even if you smashed it on the wall, who replaced Mrs. Lindnerová, in her 40s, with mind partialy in her 20s. Well, quite a funny bunch, when I look back. Anyway, Mr. Tesař. You could see he loved literature from the way he talked about it. Allways a bit like in an other world, yet cary for what his pupils thought about the books. And what did his teaching gave me, for my future life? Frankly, nothing but a several names and a distant memory of a funny fellow.