One of the good things about teaching is that you see students blossom in their own way. They might find the third year of high school tough because of the entrance exams; however, they all finally rise above the "troubled water" and continue constructing their life.
The last four lines of the song "The Rose" just run through my mind:
"Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that with the sun's love
In the spring becomes the rose."
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