Your school is organising a ceremony for your favourite English teacher who is retiring. You have been asked to give a farewell speech. Use notes below about your teacher to write your speech.

Your school is organising a ceremony for your favourite English teacher who is retiring. You have been asked to give a farewell speech. Use notes below about your teacher to write your speech.

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Your school is organising a ceremony for your favourite English teacher who is retiring. You have been asked to give a farewell speech. Use notes below about your teacher to write your speech..Everybody has a favourite teacher. You know the one I mean; the teacher who transforms the way you see the world, gives you self-belief and whose impact you never really forget.

Unfortunately, other than hastily written cards on the last day of term, we don’t always get to say thanks to these amazing individuals – and sometimes we don’t realise fully what they taught us until years later. So this week – in time for World Teachers’ Day on Monday 5 October 2015 – we are giving you the chance to share stories of your favourite teachers.

It might be the English teacher who inspired you to lose yourself in stories, or the maths teacher whose maverick approach to behaviour management has always stuck with you. Who will you always remember and why? Tell us about your very best teachers and the valuable lessons they taught you.

You can share your stories and photos with GuardianWitness by clicking on the blue “contribute” buttons on this article. You can also use the Guardian app and search for “GuardianWitness assignments”. Share stories and the photos of what you are up to, and the best ones will feature in a round-up on the Guardian




Dear Sister Mary,


Thank you for teaching me to love the English language. Thank you for giving me my earliest reading lessons with such loving inspiration during the three years I spent under your care in an Irish TB hospital, aged five to seven.

I have been thinking about you a lot recently after I was taken back to Cappagh hospital near Dublin by the BBC to make a Radio 4 programme, The house I Grew Up In. as soon as I entered my old TB ward, a cascade of vivid and happy recollections about your lessons tumbled from the attic of my memory.

Like most of the children you nursed, I was strapped down on a frame....

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