My daughter's school

I almost still can hear my old teacher - our class mistress Mrs Lehtola - walking on the stony corridors in her high heels and long light brown blouse and trousers!

This very cery classic style clothed lady was old teacher of the former boy's school at the very same building - even my father has studied here - and she was full of funny stories what the students had done, played and joked here before us. A memory of this partricular teacher is very warm. How great loss was that she died in car accident (driving to Lappland with her husband, who died too) soon after we had our baccalaureate.

This is an old style school and has always been very respected in Tampere. Even 75% of the students of this upper secondary school continue to the different universities straight from here.

Now home (after the parent's evening in the school). Heading to sauna, have to get some relaxation after a quite a busy teaching day ...

Susanna