I liked this movie very much...

Neither, nor I have any syndrome nor have I ever got such a challenging class but still as a class teacher, it seems like mine.

It will not be wrong to say that the class teacher for children is another mother. She will scold her children as much as she can, but if someone else says something, she knows the weaknesses of her children but protects them in front of others.

Many memories popped up in the heart and flowed through the eyes...

I was a 4th class teacher in my first job... only for two months. I was teaching such small children for the first time, I didn't think I would be able to do it but when I left, their faces didn't come out of my eyes for many days... Those little children packed their old toys and gave me Were

Once again I got a chance to become a 7th class teacher, the funny thing was that I didn't teach them... my relationship with them was only to take attendance and maintain the record of that class... but Once children come in contact with you, they don't leave without touching your life, your heart.

Didn't teach them so she went only 5 minutes to their class, but at home like mother like class teacher in school... she used to be in front of me with any of her problems looking for me in the whole school almost every period And I had to quit my work and solve it at the same time because we had no other time.

But gradually I got to know those children and they taught me... very well without education... who remained another mother.

And then got the chance to have the most lovely experience ever... 10th class teacher... it was a little challenging

I was teaching 4 sections of 10th and after almost 2 months I was feeling connected to all three sections except my class, couldn't understand where I was missing In the meantime, many complaints, staff politics, muscles in the principal's office on talk and the stupidity of these most other children. Due to maths subject and board pressure, he was not able to get a chance to poke his mind.

Still don't know when, how, what happened that we started to understand each other, maybe after the first ptm, because I didn't complain about any child so. My complaints were such that why this child does not bring lunch, if he does not eat then how will his brain work? Or why doesn't this girl wear a blazer? Because children will study back and forward.

I don't know why but this class and this session will always be in my memories 

I could write a small book on the memories of this class

If you are in teaching, you get class teacher ship and new experiences too.

When the worst kid in your class is standing outside the principal's office or a teacher has kicked him out of the class, the first voice from the heart is ′′ What's the problem with my kids?"

Love comes when the kids doing devils in the corridor, the kids hanging on the class door silently slip their neck down as soon as they see you.

When other teachers complain about your class and you mind thinking ′′ what's the best your kids are telling me ′′ (very typical mom)