Happiness of my childhood was the day to the village school. Very large school yard with rows of green trees. Where we sit and revise it before each session. Which group you yore where are they now? Each separate ways, with when nobody remembers me? School age zany many times I've made a mistake with you. Now that I think, at that time his true wild child.
Remember her essay marking the point 10. Then there was her reading as a model for you. She also retained as reference material for the next generation of students. That day I had a little pride in your heart for this. Remember all the problems he never let me point 10. Because he thought I was ignorant learners. The most difficult problem in the test subjects I never do. So up he never did put all of my math star. But once I actually shy. Want something, like what are not easy to say. Until then once I had the opportunity to express an opinion of himself. Since that day I have done the most difficult problem first as a test. You're acting dots from start to finish to have put both him my problem. Then he was startled look back. It turned out I was the only student to do this difficult problem. Teacher borrow all my tests. And almost as heavy check, I make the problem for good students. Yet he always ignored that my marking. Error emotion welled up, but he could not lift points and edit points for my books anymore. Because everything is gone. But I was really a great student in her master eye. How warm memories inside are released causing breaking my tears. But also in, once I blow too.
Now I was a really mature girl. I'm aggressive, confident, successful and happy on the road of life. Remembering the teacher, her, and the old friends I still see choked. Heart silently pray for her, he and friends have always been successful and happy.
Author: P. T. H
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