we were told a while ago that games would stop if our grades would maintain low.
she told us:
” i know how happy you are to get a grade of 83.. 82.. 85″ i thought it was an insult.. then she said:
“because i know how hard you worked for your grade”
in me, i said. Shes the only one i remember so for, that has that kind of realization. before that she said
“im not here to be liked, im here to teach”
i said in me, she doesnt always have to leave a trademark in people. she teaches us, more than noun phrases, prepositions, etc. i think she knows that. She tought me how to participate. b4, i thiught she was like my blackbelt instructor, i was always scared which made me study all her nosebleed words. i kept participating because i want her to know me. Now she does, she knows a lot about me, even the ones she doesn’t need to know. She now knows i don’t knoe how to spell doesn’t ( it has always been dosent )
i want her to know i don’t want my 2nd yr life to end. i have been learning more than a language in our class..
when she was talking to us, her eyes seem teary, she came in the room.. disturbed and annoyed, insulted and still pretty. ok going back..
when she told us how she felt, i felt like crying. She has been a big part of my life. she wasn’t just a teacher to me, nor to everyone. she always filled a space innn our hearts with hers.
I dont know how we connected so much, i dont know who else knows about her private life: who i call: SAJJADA.. i dont know if the others know whats in her cell gallery.. i dont know if they do. but i feel so special when she tells me those, i just her student. i know i left her memoirs, good.. and bad.
I hope she reads this. i ahve been waiting foe myself to type this:
because i want everyone to knoe your the gratest teacher i ever have.
you know who you are, queen B.
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