The colonel tore The Medals

One of the laws governing education in my past (and what I know now) and continues to govern in the current social education for children and young people is so feared that law and unhealthy as it is "powerful authority". One of the major conclusions I reached after my voluntary departure from the core of the teaching is that there are bad teachers but there are a lot of "bookworm" "clouded" by the ego, this is otherwise, by the UNCONSCIOUS. Until recently I thought my teacher in childhood and adolescence had been horrific and even hard cruel, but ... I changed my mind because I dared to see the positive aspects of the trip. I have ventured to see where I am and who I am becoming, and that, beyond any challenge past. I remember Sister Ana, a nun unique, authentic and different from the others. As a rule, could not stand the nuns could not bear the aura of holiness and cynical rather than psychological cruelty bad wafer and to girls, especially to all those who did not study or unwilling to study, and in this group, of course, was VERGARA (so, I). The school itself I got bored, so bored I do that holiness was organized which fell on its own weight.

That amount SERIOUS unnecessary and indecent and unnatural living with nature and effervescent young souls who desired to be guided, above all, respected.

Back to Sister Anne was the peeling. I remember her fondly, it was great!. Looked more like a clerk at a tobacco shop (where they are always dry and distant ... but with much to tell) as a nun. I do not know how to describe it but I have to to give you an idea of ​​my great respect for her and her way of being. Honestly, I think it was a great comic (he died a few years ago ...). fit into one of those characters would be English but with a slight half-smile to the "Gioconda". Upon entering the classroom door, I was already laughing. His face was of Italian comics. His voice ... I can still listen and laugh, I laugh out loud. His phrase summit was: "It is ...", with the corresponding nasal and throaty tone, of course. As an English teacher always made me read to the class because it "had the best school accent" and that pleased him, made him feel proud of herself despite having an accent (hers) and those of LEPE (peace pa'Lepe). "Vergara, should study languages ​​and bags always outstanding and never study" - the nun told me horny. I did not know is that I spent the day listening to music and wanted to live anglo "out of Spain", apart from being the whole day dancing in the playground, in the street and at home with English and American music.

That nun was as a little ... special, very special. She laughed at herself and spoke quite naturally of its "old boyfriend". It was so fun!, But the best of it is that she intended, not meant to be funny ... and yet it was a lot. Laugh at the fact as a gross exaggeration to watch someone angry, I just happened to two people: my nephew and her. It's like you're watching and loving someone deeply dislocated when he felt an extreme emotion. It's indescribable and very funny. I never thought that would cause me anger someone so much fun and joy. That can only be done by a teacher, a generous teacher. A teacher is not there for us to submit to lessons, but so that we retemos with new lessons not know. A teacher is not there to guide you, but for you to find your own path and guide. A teacher is not there to be afraid, but to find your own safety and confidence. A teacher is not there for the "idolaters", but that you respect you enough to not "idolize" anyone in your entire existence.

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