Chaotic yet serene II words

For our second parents

If teachers are our second parents, are we a good son and daughter?

Some of us really go beyond to the limitations we set for ourselves. We tend to forget our position we manipulate ourselves in the idea of being happy to the point we forget what we are. It's exaggerating. The kind of perception that there's no big difference between students and teachers are slowly breaking the ethical and moral values of some of us. Remember that they are above us. Let us ask ourselves, if the school is our second home and our teachers are our second parents, are we a good and son and daughter?

There are teachers who are effable and know how to go with the flow. They have an idea how to deal with the student's feelings, but sometimes this type of setting leads to abusing. Don't ever put yourself on the same level as them. They are our teachers not our friends know your attitude and words.

Make your classroom a home not a chaotic place. How can we able to understand things when each of us are letting the noise to beat us. Every sound we produce added to the cacophony in the classroom that shouldn't be. How can it be a conducive room to study?

If our teachers are lenient don't make them a terrifying ruler. We all have different levels of tolerance. Place ourselves in their shoes. We do not have an idea what they go through everyday. And instead of alleviating the stress and pain they feel we're making it worse.

And last but not the least is the word respect. Respect doesn't need a long description for it was all written in every letter it has. All of these are nonsense if you do not know how to respect your teacher for it is the highest form of all. If you do not know how to give this, you don't deserve to be called a student.

Imagine how many students they need to teach? How many stress they have to cope? These heroes deserve to be treated well. These heroes deserve to be appreciated. These heroes deserve to be loved. All the sweat they have represent that they are determined to let us know everything. All their efforts do not prove futile. They say that our classroom is our second home and our teachers are our second parents. Hence, let us ask ourselves again, are we a good son and daughter?

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I was inspired by my classmates to do this. They made our advisory teacher to cry. Nevertheless, thank you for reading!