Teacher

I'm a teacher. I consider it the most beautiful invitation, but also one of the most responsible.

None of you will ever ask: Who taught you Serbian in high school, mathematics in the 8th grade? They always ask: Who was your teacher?

Believe me, working with children is not a big job, how hard is "working" with the parents of those children.

At the beginning, all of them have the attitude that their child knows more, that he is calm, well, well-mannered. Later, reality hits them in the face.

I have always tried to have a friendly relationship with my parents, and believe me, it is much easier to cooperate with them then.

When children see how my parents treat me, they also become different, more ready to work, to learn, to accept criticism.

Simply, if I am a teacher, I am not God. I'm not above anyone. I am the same as everyone else who does their job.

Well, now comes the slightly harder side of teaching. It is an emotional attachment for children.

For 4 years you are that children and mom and dad and sister and aunt and doctor and best friend.

You know how they breathe. You can see in their eyes if they have a problem, if they are happy, sad, and they see the same thing on your face.

We become so close that already at the end of the 3rd grade we think that we are only together for another year.

Well, that's the hardest part of my job for me.

We become so close that already at the end of the 3rd grade we think that we are only together for another year.

Well, that's the hardest part of my job for me.

I have been working as a teacher for 22 years and I still remember all the names of the children and where everyone was sitting.

My only wish is for the children I taught to remember me as I remember my teacher.

Her name was Angelina Lukić. At the very mention of her name, I feel the need to bow deeply.

Her gentle, but at the same time authoritative voice sings in my ears. The first day I saw her, I said to myself, "I'm going to be Angelina!"

Black hair, tall, beautiful. She is wearing a blue coat with her initials embroidered on her pocket: A.L. She was the angel of my childhood.

And after so many years, I became a teacher.

All the friends from my class got married, had children. I was just married and waited for a child for 13 years.

When my wish to get pregnant finally came true, I spent the spring of 2005 in my hometown of Loznica. You know what happened? I met my Angelina on the street, who saw me pregnant, cried, bent down and kissed my belly.

Well, that still fills my eyes with tears. She was then 82. My Angelina, my angel, my teacher and my friend. I gave birth in August. I got a congratulations from her.

She died in September 2005.

She loved Leo Martin's song "Odyssey!"