Dangerous art of teaching English
IT IS the first day of the term and there they sit, my unwitting charges, with fingers hover like hesitant falcons over the fresh carnage of grammar exercises. To them, I am no ordinary teacher. I am the guardian of their exams fates, deciding if their essays will sing or stumble, if they unravel a poem鈥檚 secrets or merely skim its surface. But they are unaware of the peril...
