There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can't move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies.

Robert Frost
There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill...
There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill...
There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill...
There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill...
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There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can't move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies. The first type is a very good teacher as long as he doesn’t leave you with nothing but quail shot. The second type is a great teacher as long as he does not shoot you out of sky.

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