Memory

When I was writing just now a memory of my teacher in the top class in junior school came to me.He was a very nice man and wise.He never said anything about me being ahead of the other pupils and never made me feel different for which I am grateful.I remember one day he asked us for a word to describe a rubber,I put ip my hand and said,pliant.

Very good,he said.I was thinking of flexible but pliant might be even better.He made me feel happy.

.I still remember because  in the grammar school the nuns were on the whole unkind to me.I don’t know if they thought I must be conceited but I never was… to the contrary.And if I did stand out,my gifts were given to me,though I did work hard… as in those days there was not much entertainment available… and I liked writing essays and solving problems.