Once upon A time, I write A composition is very poor, the teacher gave me A level of no one.
Once I write to is very bad, the teacher gave me, please come to the office. I saw the teacher is a face of serious, psychological very nervous. Finally the teacher said: "the writing is so bad that I have to let you rewrite. I see if you can write well the sun would tangel." I think: the teacher how so? How can so discrimination against me? It seems that I must that a grade to give teacher to see see!
From the next day on, I put some time for play out to see about the composition, the theme of the book, on Sunday also offered on composition class, as days passed. My ZuoWenBen on gradually with some A appeared, and it makes me feel happy. Think: this day will soon come. Another half A month, my ZuoWenBen have A gal grades. I delighted to: I'm going to ask the teacher, look at the sun is how from west out!
One day, the teacher told us to make good composition to her E-mail. I was ecstatic, already prepared article played out to the teacher's mail. For untold how many days and nights teacher finally put my hard for several months of Cyprus award look forward to. The teacher let me explain onstage experience, I hope a teacher say: "this have to thank the teacher." Say that finish and watched the teacher one eye, as if to say: when the sun from the west out?
During the break, next door class teacher made me, I don't know anything hastily past. The teacher said: "you ah, is did not know the teacher to your great effort, she is to let you can write a composition with" dared to shock you. Let you go hard practice, can now grades out, but you didn't understand. Only I to say with you." I listened to immediately speechless think: originally teacher is good for me, it's just so barking the teacher.
The teacher I want to say to you: "I am wrong, please forgive me!"
