PTC

it's PTC again. the day i have to talk till my saliva is dry, and open my ears to hear all kinds of funny stories. meeting parents can make me feel so self-satisfied and happy, but some parents just make me feel like strangling them!! out of 10, 9 are good at least this semester. happy that they like me and tell me how their children talk about me at home. all these are interesting, and sometimes you dont realise what you actually spontaneously did or said, but these little angels just remember all those little stuffs!! today, i finally announced that i'd be leaving next year, as most of them asked if i'd be bringing this group up to N2. it feels really nice to be praised, and being praised is definitely not only a child's wish, haha. but when praised they talk to me about the negatives of my co-workers, and start comapring...this feels bad...well, a few of them wished me best of luck for my future undertakings, and i hope i can be a real someone someday:) i'll miss those lil angel and devils again, wherever i go. i just wonder which child will leave the most memories for me after maybe 10years? haha.