My favourite teacher
Everybody stared at her. She had beautiful dark hair piled high on her head, a delicately shaped face, large soft eyes and the most dazzling smile I had ever seen. Ms Gina Ho, my favourite teacher, is one of the most popular teachers in my school. She is very industrious & dependable. She commands respect from most of her students with the exception of a few wicked and idle boys. She is widely acclaimed as a good teacher since she does not inflict severe punishment even on the dull boys. Her method of teaching is systematic and convincing that makes some sense even for dull and idle. Though she only teaches us English and Mathematics, she has knowledge in almost all subjects. She never hankers after cheap popularity nor does she ever preach one practice which she himself cannot practice.
Besides that, her motivation and enthusiasm in teaching made mathematics easy for me. Not only I but also all the students loved her teaching style. She used to make us solve the questions on the board and made us explain it which I thought would increase our confidence. I still remember an incident which happened to me last year. It was about 9.55am in the morning and just a few minutes away from our favourite period of the day – recess. My classmates were ravenous and couldn’t wait for the time to pass even if it was just 5 minutes. And as the bell rang for recess, all of them swarmed the canteen like ravenous vulture. However, I did not go for recess and stayed in class instead. I had no idea why am I feeling lost at that moment, I continuously asked myself “Why am I so stupid? Why can’t I just be like the rest? Why am I such a failure?” Well, low self-esteem? Yes I do have. Apart from that, honestly, I never once had confidence in myself and I always thought that I would never succeed in life. And so, with tears in my eyes, a quaver in my throat, tears streamed down my cheeks onto the ground. Sometimes, your feelings gets the best of you.
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