Going back a lot of years: Sitting in that class with 19 other kids listening to the speech of the teacher. Every week at the end of the Monday morning our teacher would speech for at least 15 minutes. I still remember it. Can’t really remember what he told us. Just that it was every week. I remember the teacher, with his beard. It was the last year in primary school. Still a “small” kid, listening to the teacher. Does that sound familiar?
Now a days I sometimes have to teach. Who? Well my parents, at least my dad needs some help once in a while. With the computer. It is so complicated 
Well I can imagine that some people don’t get it, for some it’s like a magic box. With a small window in it 
Thinking of the people in some country’s in Africa: they buy a mobile phone. Not a phone with cable on it, they missed out on that era.
Back to the topic of teacher. My dad wanted to type down a small story about the Easter fire. So I told/showed him how he could use Word. I left him ready to type. Came back half an hour later. And he got it, he wrote 70% of his two page long handwriting. For a first time I would say that’s pretty good. I saved it for him. Let him finish it. And send it of. He was happy, that’s the least I can do for him. Being a student and teaching sometimes can be done at the same time. The teacher sometimes learns to be patient. 
And teachers at school sometimes still study, sounds funny isn’t it Well I guess this was it. I was of for a bit. A lot of stuff happened during the holidays and afterwards. Now it’s hopefully back to business as usual.
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