We once had three teachers, the teachers of all teachers. They taught us what a lot of teachers couldn’t grasp. They taught us a lot in a little amount of time. They taught us that… that…people like them are very few.
One of them was a Math teacher who taught us how to respect her and love her by the minute she walked to our class. She taught us the basics as if we were in 1st grade. She was the funniest teacher in the world. She loved what she did, that’s why she was so good at doing her job. We used to have the worst marks, but she didn’t say that we’re stupid, she just started teaching. We ended up having the best marks in the school. She didn’t accept any bad marks, she asked for full, clean marks. I believe that she taught us that we can do anything. She started from the zero and reached the 10 with us. She was special, that’s what made everything full of fun.
The second one was an Arabic Language teacher. She basically started from the zero too. Everything seemed right in her periods. Everyone had the ability to learn, and not sleep or draw something on a Post It note. We all hated grammar, we couldn’t understand all of those words. We were just lost, and then this teacher came. She was a sister before being a teacher. She was a friend before being someone who gives orders. She was someone who was always welcome between us.
Last but not least, our amazing English Literature teacher. Unfortunately she has to leave us for personal problems. Let me tell you her story from the beginning so you could know why we don’t want her to leave.
Everything started last semester, three weeks before the summer vacation. She came for her interview with our supervisor, and then came to see us in the class. They asked her to teach something so they could see how good she is.
She started talking and we were amazed! We had all kinds of emotions. We were happy, excited, and surprised. She was brilliant! We knew that she will for sure teach us. So we didn’t think about school this summer because we knew that everything will be okay.
When we went back to school we saw her, and in the 3rd day she started teaching, and we were ready to listen to everything. We’ve learned so much in just 1 week and a half. We’ve learned a lot of ‘’academic’’ things. We’ve learned all kinds of stories. We’ve learned about the 1700s. We all believe that we’ve had an amazing experience learning from that amazing teacher, and we would love for her to come back next year.
I’ve no idea why I’m writing this. But sometimes when someone throws a bomb on you, you feel like you want to talk. I find that writing this will tell them how much we love them, and how much we’re going to miss them. We're for sure ready for them to come back in our senior year, because what will school be like without these three teachers?
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