Consider what it is like to go into a new classroom and to see before you suddenly, and in a way you cannot avoid recognizing, the dreadful consequences of a year's wastage of so many lives.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Crowded classrooms and half-day sessions are a tragic waste of our greatest national resource - the minds of our children.
But for me, it is when a student has died. I find the death of a young person the most difficult and painful of times. To explain it to other young people, to see a bright future snuffed out, is just awful. I am haunted by those deaths.
Those who learned to know death, rather than to fear and fight it, become our teachers about life.
Among all the vicissitudes of life, which vary in each individual's experience, there is one event which sooner or later comes to everyone - Death!
No matter how vital experience might be while you lived it, no sooner was it ended and dead than it became as lifeless as the piles of dry dust in a school history book.
Life is about learning; when you stop learning, you die.
When you're a child, it's easy to see school as the worst thing in the world. It's only later in life you realise what a wonderful time it was. Looking back, I can't believe I even wanted to leave.
At a certain age, death becomes familiar to you-or a loss becomes familiar-the tragedies that are more commonplace in life.
The longer your life goes on, the more death you face.
It's frightening, the way life speeds up. When you're at school, time can't go fast enough.