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school teacher, I take pride in my profession. Being lauded as "soul engineer", I feel deeply the responsibility loaded on my shoulder. In my fourteen-years-long teaching career, I have been always fulfilling my duty conscientiously and diligently. What is reassuring is that my efforts are recognized by most of my students. In all these years of teaching, I have received countless gifts from students on Thanksgiving Day. Among all these thanksgiving gifts, there are precious ones such as a Parker pen as well as ordinary ones like a greeting card or a bundle of flowers which i received most Michael Kors Sale
. However, I never paid much attention to the value of these gifts. As a matter of fact, I know every gift is the manifestation of sincerity and good wish from students. Such knowledge is already reassuring enough to me. In all these years, I have been keeping the gifts of students until now, hoping one day in my retirement, I can seek solace and fort from them. And among them, there is a leather bag that i hold dear. It isn't that it is better made than other leather Michael Kors Bags but that there is a story behind this leather bag. It happened in the first year of me working as a teacher. Back then, I had little confidence in myself and was worrying how the students would greet me. Standing in front of the classroom, I can still feel myself trembling with fear. However, the students weren't as intractable and naughty as i used to think. Actually, they showed due respect to me despite of my own fright. And up in the front row, a girl even managed to smile to me. Obviously, she observed my nervousness and was trying to ease me down. Somehow I managed to muddle though that lesson. Thinking over it afterwards, I believed it is the smile from the girl let me brave up. Later on, I had been acting more and more like that of a teacher. For this, I did bear great gratitude to that girl. The Thanksgiving Day came that year. It was the first one I ever had as a teacher, so i never expected any gift from students, thinking that i still had to improve my teaching. Yet surprisingly, I found on my office table a leather bag to which a greeting card attached. It was from the girl. In the letter she said I had been a very good teacher, but I will be more look like a good teacher if i carry a leather bag like other teachers did. Now I am still carrying the same leather bag because whenever I see it, I know I am recognized and loved by my dear students.