“We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.” ― T.S. Eliot </e
Finding myself one again the recipient of student betrayal. The story is always the same. Its only the faces that change over the years. What makes the situation harder to bear is the fact that I went sublimely on my way all the time while this was happening. There can be no worse feeling than this. I never noticed a thing.
The truth is that every teacher lives with this reality. There is nothing to protect us from pupils with hidden agendas.