The other day while I was teaching, I asked one of my students what he wants to do when he grows up. (This kid is five years old, speaks three languages, and usually retorts “too easy Mr. Phil!” when asked to spell words like ‘restaurant’ or ‘thrifty’ or ‘helicopter’). With a beaming smile adorned with dimples and overflowed with crooked baby teeth, my student gave me a simple, forthright answer, one that reflected his unsullied purity:
My 5-year-old Guru
My 5-year-old Guru
My 5-year-old Guru
The other day while I was teaching, I asked one of my students what he wants to do when he grows up. (This kid is five years old, speaks three languages, and usually retorts “too easy Mr. Phil!” when asked to spell words like ‘restaurant’ or ‘thrifty’ or ‘helicopter’). With a beaming smile adorned with dimples and overflowed with crooked baby teeth, my student gave me a simple, forthright answer, one that reflected his unsullied purity: