This incident is not an interesting one but this is the most important and the memorable class experience I have in my life. The social studies teacher was the most important and loving teacher I have ever met. I think this opportunity is a great chance for me to respect her.
I was very popular, as a clever and an obedient student in the school. But I don't feel much comfortable when I remind those school days. But I have a great memory about the above said teacher. When I was schooling I had a bad experiencing time period. I was sixteen years old then and was in grade ten. My friends, the teachers were against me and no one was there to protect me exept a girl who was two years older than me. She knew Sinhalese as a subject very well and taught me when I needed help. I could not understand why the teachers and my friends were so mad at me. I felt so miserable. I suffered from being myself alone. There were over two thousand students and over one hundred teachers in the school but I felt like I don't have any one. One day I was thinking about this deppressing situation while I was in the social studies class. Suddenely I heard my teacher asking,"Lakshmi what is the meaning of fluctuation?" I was confused. As I was accepted as a clever girl, for my fortunate she understood that I was going through a bad confussion and she asked me to meet her after the class and the problem was solved. She was not only a good teacher but a good councellor too. I owe her from my whole life for the position I am right in now. The love and the care I have for her brings me tears at this moment too and I adore her in my life. As I am an adult now, when she came to see me before I leave the country I asked her about what coursed on that situation and she said that my class teacher had poisoned to the other teachers a bad news about me and that's why I was been miscared and neglected.The reason for that was every year my best friend got the highest marks and was first in the class and the second was either me or my class teacher's daughter. I do remember very well my teacher was very rude on me because, that if her daughter couldn't be the second in any term that was of my marks for English. The class teacher taught us Sinhalese and Buddhism and her daughter got the highest marks for those subjects. As she was powerful in the school as a teacher than being a student like me she could make my school days a hell. But I know very well that I am here because of a teacher too. Although this incident seems like unbelievable, this is the reality and the truth I faced while I was a school girl.
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I'm sorry to hear that you have such a horrible Sinhalese and Buddhism teacher, who gave extra credit for her own daughter. And it is also lucky of you that had a nice social studies teacher who actually offset that horrible. I think both horrible teacher and nice teacher made your position now.
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