In my attempt to play catch up, I need to recap Teacher’s Day. I am not exactly sure if Teacher’s Day falls on the same day, but I am definitely sure that it isn’t celebrated in the same way. So, our Teacher’s Day fell on a Tuesday. The Monday before Teacher’s Day, I was told there was going to be sort of a welcome the next day so it would behoove me to be on time if not early. I decided to arrive 30 minutes ahead of time and boy was I happy that I did.
Upon arrival, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but everything seemed to be just as it always was. There were no banners outside, no loud music, the same few kids on the same yellow or white benches, but the still of the morning was a little different. I walked up the steps as I always do, but this time through the glass doors I could see many students in their national dress. There were probably about a dozen of them – all members of the Student Council. Behind them was a line of about another 20 wearing their finest black and white. When I passed through the veranda, the dancing started and the music never stopped. I was immediately offered to eat bread and salt which is a national tradition, then dragged into the dancing. This happened for every teacher that walked through the doors. It was a good start for the day. Classes continued, but were difficult to get into the normal groove because it was normal for students to interrupt classes on Teacher’s Day to bring chocolates or various gifts for the teachers. Parents even came in to offer gifts to either me or my partner teacher. It was a good day. It ended with a big masă at a local restaurant.
In my attempt to play catch up, I need to recap Teacher’s Day. I am not exactly sure if Teacher’s Day falls on the same day, but I am definitely sure that it isn’t celebrated in the same way. So, our Teacher’s Day fell on a Tuesday. The Monday before Teacher’s Day, I was told there was going to be sort of a welcome the next day so it would behoove me to be on time if not early. I decided to arrive 30 minutes ahead of time and boy was I happy that I did. 
Upon arrival, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but everything seemed to be just as it always was. There were no banners outside, no loud music, the same few kids on the same yellow or white benches, but the still of the morning was a little different. I walked up the steps as I always do, but this time through the glass doors I could see many students in their national dress. There were probably about a dozen of them – all members of the Student Council. Behind them was a line of about another 20 wearing their finest black and white. When I passed through the veranda, the dancing started and the music never stopped. I was immediately offered to eat bread and salt which is a national tradition, then dragged into the dancing. This happened for every teacher that walked through the doors. It was a good start for the day. Classes continued, but were difficult to get into the normal groove because it was normal for students to interrupt classes on Teacher’s Day to bring chocolates or various gifts for the teachers. Parents even came in to offer gifts to either me or my partner teacher. It was a good day. It ended with a big masă at a local restaurant.
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