It was cloudy and rainy.
Tonight when I got to my station, there was a man standing in the train and we stared each other thinking we know each other. And he started saying "Kitani sensei ?" Sensei (先生) means teacher. I said yes. Indeed he was one of the students I taught more than a quarter century ago.
I asked him his name and age and the name of his classroom teacher to make sure. When I came back home, I checked the graduation album soon and confirmed. He looked quite different from the junior high school student but I am glad to have recognized him.
I asked him his name and age and the name of his classroom teacher to make sure. When I came back home, I checked the graduation album soon and confirmed. He looked quite different from the junior high school student but I am glad to have recognized him.
It is one of the pleasures of having been a teacher.
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