teacher’s memories (First part) It does not matter the chronological order of these memories which will ravel with their own way and the good liking of their fixing in the unconscious one or the subconscious. thus veiled Me reprocessed. It is an exit which never came me to mind just a few years ago. Better still, to date I do not yet realize that I am striped executives of national education such as me notified a letter of thanks alleviating, stereotyped and signed by a head of department. While referring to me with the psychologists my reaction means quite simply that I still keep all my innate faculties of pedagogue and teacher. Innate faculties? Which proof? When iobtained my baccalaureat in the 1964 all ways were open for me. I was like all the graduates of the time solicited by several public organizations. The national executives were very rare. Times changed today whenthe young graduates are condemned to find any trade to remain. Still - it is possible to find it. I was thus solicited by the departments of justice, of the Foreign Affairs, of the interior and others .If I had answered present I would have made a career of magistrate or diplomat or representative of authority. But without any hesitation I chose my career of teacher and I do not regret this choice. At the exit of my professional career I feel satisfied to have taken part in the training of young people of my country. You cannot imagine how much I am proud when my alumni greet me and their recognition and their gratitude testify to me by renting my excellent qualities according to them.
I am all the more proud when I find them occupying of the important rangs in their trades. Myself I have unforgettable memories of my teachers and professors during my primary schooling, secondary and university .I owe my schooling in the modern public school to Mr Lahlou who was our neighbor in the house where cohabited three families .Mr La hglou was teachingin the school Ibn Tofail and did everything to convince my father to register us me and my brother (today doctor of medicine) in the same school, because my father made a point of keeping us in a private school and in same time we learned Coran in a Koranic school called “Msid” .You a re to imagining the martyrdom which was to impose to us while returning to us during all the day from one school to the other without one moment of respite including Sundays .But when I there now considered, I think that it is there can be the secrecy of our endurance and our success in our studies. I remember that having undergone as of my inscription with a test of level the Principal had decided to make me go up directly to the elementary course of second year estimating that I had the fundamental knowledge required for this level.Can any director does it today and takes the same decision?