When I was seven years old and for three years I had an extraordinary teacher.
Those years were the best years of my life as a student.
That teacher had all the qualities of a good teacher.
She could keep the class under control without raising her voice.
She was very serious and treated you as an adult, or if not like an adult at least like someone you have to treat with respect and listen to.
You got that positive energy from her just seeing her walking into the class.
Then silence, nobody moved from that moment, it was time to work; everybody knew that and everybody did it.
She could also motivate you like nobody else.
You would feel so proud after she would have praised you in front of everyone else than once at home you could not do anything else except work even harder.
Harder because you felt she was sometimes exaggerating, that you were not that good, but she made you feel so good that you wanted to live up to her expectations.
She was magical as well, because she made me love studying jus for the purpose of learning not being worried about the results in the exams.
Of course, if you’re motivated you study hard and then you get high marks in your exams.
Once I left her class that desire of learning disappear little by little.
Since then studying has become a work, something you must do you like or not.
Of course, I’ve never been brilliant as a student ever again.
April 2014
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