I went to school at this log school house. A white woman was my teacher I do not remember her name. My father had to pay her one dollar a month for me. Us kids that went to school did not have desks we used slates and set on the hued down logs for seats.
A wisely chosen illustration is almost essential to fasten the truth upon the ordinary mind and no teacher can afford to neglect this part of his preparation.
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Everyone will tell you how rigid I am but a teacher has to be flexible. You can't cut the student to your cloth you have to cut yourself to theirs.
