Teachers

In my whole scholastic career I've met fantastic people, people who have left a trace, a sign on me, in my heart and in my life. I don't know why, but I've always worshipped teachers who made me love their subject, in a way which is peculiar. It was true affection, respect and admiration.

I always thought I would have become one of them. A teacher. Their special mission, educating children, staying with them most of the time and learn by them, feel that something is happening, "a chain we'll never break" (as Cosette sings in Les Miz) is what fascinated me.

Teachers form you, they help you become what you will be when you're older, when you'll have to solve problems, when all you've studied will have be worth it. And the words they always used to say return to your mind and you miss them, you miss being a little girl with a whole, strange and fabulous world in front of you, falling in love with books and curious characters, fictional or historical, and imagining what would it be to live in their own shoes...

I think it's magic what runs between students and teachers. Unfortunately, every day I see how young people don't have respect of them, they don't give a damn about them, yes, I know school is often boring, but you could take the chance to learn something about life and what surrounds you.

I admit I might be influenced by my latest study of De Amicis' books, an Italian writer who thought education was important for future citizens of the new Italy after the Unification in 1861, but I'm sincere about this question. That's why -also thanks to my parents who always pushed me to learn, read, love, build my own culture- I am what I am today! My childhood has been characterised by school and the discovery of literature, history and many other interesting points of view and traces of humanity until now.

(Illustration by Norman Rockwell, Teacher's Birthday)