We never ran out of witty phrases by which we call, or give tribute to, our teachers. At times, we call them the molders of the minds or the movers of civilization. Jose P. Laurel, himself a teacher, once called them "the meek molders of man's character."But how can the teachers meet so daunting a task with so meager a supply? Indeed, how can they mold the minds of others when their minds, too, need molding? How can they move a civilization when they scramble to persuade their students to follow their instructions? How can they mold someone else's character when they are sometimes looked up to with little respect?
