unforgettable teacher

An Unforgettable Teacher

Every September 10th is Teachers' Day. It's a special festival in China which shows great

honour to teachers. Today I'd like to use this article as a special present for an unforgettable

teacher who changed my life so far.

As we know， a good teacher can play a decisive role in shaping （使 成形）a person's

future. To meet a good teacher is one's good luck。 Maybe I'm a lucky student. As a pupil in

primary school I was very naughty. The teachers didn't like me at all， because I didn't study hard.

They said that I could do nothing when I grew up. I felt self-abased （自卑） and began to give up

studies.

Luckily a new teacher came and changed my life. He was a tall middle-aged man with a big

mole （痣） beside the mouth， looking rather strict. At first I was very afraid of him. I was afraid

to talk to him. Even when I saw him far away， I just made a detour （绕道而行） ——just

because I was a bad child. But the new teacher didn't think so. He tried to talk to me to encourage

me. When he found I didn't like to do exercises， he bought a few books for me. At first I was not

ready to accept his kindness but after I knew that his whole family relied on his salary and was

very poor， I was deeply shocked. From then on I studied much harder than ever before. I wanted

to show them that I could do something when I grew up. The teacher gave me more and more help.

At last we became good friends.

But， sad things happened. In 1994 the teacher died of cancer at the age of 46. When I heard

the news of his death I cried sadly. It was he who gave me a second life at school， helped me to

stand up after falling But I couldn't see him any more. I didn't even have a photo of him. I was

really heartbroken.

I don't know how to repay my teacher. Today， and every Teachers' Day， I just stand at my

desk， look at the books that he bought for me and thank him in silence.“Happy Teachers' Day”。

I really hope he could hear me as before. I will never forget him who once saved a little child！

An Unforgettable Teacher

Ms. Agnes whose story I want to tell is from Seattle USA. She is an elegant and

honorable American lady .

She taught us English writing when we were in our third year of college from September

1993 to July 1994. After finishing her teaching job of that school year, she then left for

Viet Nam in the summer 1994.

I want to write something about her not because only now do I think of her. As a matter of

fact, she is always on my mind, and probably always on minds of many of my classmates.