In every life, there is always the memories, have fun memories we want to remember but also sad memories I want to forget. For me, the memories that I want to remember that the students in my junior high years. Each year passed, I have more teachers, to remember her in my heart, and this year, too. Within moments a few months, my literature teacher has left a deep impression on me.
He could sit here and you feel my words are paradoxical. I was in grade nine is worth I should have written about the teachers in his school years ago, but I write about people she taught me in school this year? Maybe for you, she just stood class in two months. But to me, she was engaged for more than six months.
She taught my office during the three summer months. And it is also the best time for me. She is a very dedicated, thoughtful explanations for students. When she lectures, warm voice, her inspiration drew us into the lesson. She explained, analyzing every little detail of the lesson, the students perceive the meaning of every detail and then developed into the wording deep and meaningful. Through her lectures that we loved her more overseas fifteen years of wandering, more love Dance Princess - girl good investment capacity. These articles previously read out, now we find it new, how profound! It is often said that more details Literature lull, but it is amazing what we preach when she will feel more interesting, more meaningful. Perhaps the main so that she always loved our students.
When in school, I know how happy when she made dean. As dean, she looks more seriously in the summer. When high-grade class, she encourages, rewards, each low-grade class, she reminded and encouraged the class to try harder. My mother is a homeroom teacher, so I can understand the pain, how heavy the assumed senior homeroom class. The more she struggles to understand how much more I determined to help the class to get high grades that much. It is possible for the other class, homeroom is worst weather, because it always makes you more afraid of being scolded others. But with my class, homeroom time to hear the story, the meaning of life. I love that story because it always helps us draw valuable lessons for himself. I've won three exams in eighth grade gifted students. Maybe so, but she expect me in the exam this year. I promised myself to try harder, causing her to pass to not disappoint her. But I failed. But I thought she would scold, berate me, but no. I still remember her saying encourage classmates: "Even if you do not pass the exam, do not be sad, because of the many other opportunities to catch." But really, the more she encouraged me to increasingly felt a sting more. I was wondering with my heart I've tried my best yet, I have not focused on literacy? However, she did not scold, rebuke me a word that is gentle encouragement, comfort me. The main thing that will motivate me and tried to move on, further efforts on their children's education.
Class of you but we have a difficult family situation but did well. All of our party for your birthday party, but in this class have you said, "Why do you only have a birthday that is holding us his birthday was not organized?" Hearing those words, she was said: "The scene you hard, maybe a few years ago did not have a date for his birthday, but here are just a little bit smaller, but only at the very least make you feel ..." To come here she cried. Looking at her tears fall down but we feel the lemon. Just a brief moment, just from her words alone that makes us understand what is shared, how is warm friendship. Tears that caused us to look back at her. We are living in circumstances sufficient, lucky, why not share that good fortune for his friends to their friends feel warmer? When you look at the tears, I realized she was not only a teacher but also a dedicated person sympathetic to the students, always trying to understand their students.
Van my polished, improve Broaching, nor unique as the texts that you read. As I write these lines this sense, I do not think I will be. I just write in the love, respect her from the depths of my heart. I did not name her because I think you have a teacher, literature teacher like me and I think she did not like it.
Six months, less than a year, but she left an impression on me profound. She is such an inspiration for my writings and if the roof is a second home, she was my second mother. She Oh, thank her for what she did for me, I will try to succeed and "golden rice harvest is more" in life.
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