John Horne BurnsShe saw why teachers get very old and stay very young. For there is no closer probing of the mind--not even in psychoanalysis.
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The best teachers are so good, so smart, so disciplined, so wise at their work that they never get old. They may have children of their own or grandchildren, but they are still young--always young--their minds are always young. Think for a moment about the teacher whose words are still with you. Where did you meet her? Where did you find her? Where did you learn the things she taught you? Where did she teach them to you? Where did she teach them to her students? Where will you find her when you seek her out again? For me, I met my teacher in the classroom--in the presence of the students who were listening to her lesson. Did she learn anything in school? Did she learn how to be a better teacher? Did she learn how to teach better in school? Or did she learn to be a better person in school? Our teachers go through their whole lives learning to be better people.
Source: Lucifer With A Book
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