|(The google image of Teacher’s Day haha)|
And another one.
“A mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires.”
The first time I met her, my first impression of her was that she was really just another strict and austere teacher whom I was going to learn grammar from. I didnt hope or expect a lot really because before I met her I was a rather rebellious pessimistic misanthropist (If I didnt already emphasize that enough). But as cliche this sounds, the more lessons I attended the more intrigued and curious I became not only to the lesson but her as a teacher. We lived near each other (which was an awesome prequisite) and she told us to visit whenever we wanted or needed help. And before I realized it, I was visiting her house more often to just borrow books or have a conversation about anything and everything. I started looking forward to every class, save the moments I didnt finish my homework. But despite all, I think I grew to love her very much. After some time, I noticed myself changing and becoming more… open to things. I gradually learned how to express myself more in words and in ink. The duration with which I had met her was one of my most cathartic experience in life.
And everything that I am now, I owe to her.