Keeping pace

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Someone from my hometown asked me ' how are you dealing with the students now? '. I started laughing because that is something i am still learning. We laughed, when i told her that some students think that i am one of them because i look young but they forget i am elder to them. The thing is i can be a friend to my students but again one cannot expect me to be a friend who will chat and gossip with them. I would rather laugh at their foolish behaviour . I do it almost all the time. I try to correct them when they are wrong. And then obviously comes my likes and dislikes.  But that is a different thing. I am a peaceful person and i HATE [ irrespective of the age] people who try my patience. I am a realist and a straightforward person. I cannot lie about anything. If a student does not know how to behave in the class that student must be treated accordingly. Anyway. I realized something. I ordered two things on Amazon and they arrived today. I felt happy. I wonder how celebrities cope with new things ( dress, make- up and other stuffs) everyday. Do they even feel excited? New stays new when it just happens once in a while but does it hold the same value when it happens everyday? I pity such rich people. Atleast common people like us can find happiness in small things. 

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