Neat and Tidy

        The story was happened in few years ago, my life had changed since I met a totally GREAT teacher. At the beginning of the story, I would say that I don’t mean anything writing this story.

        Teacher Lydia, a teacher makes all students clean the floor with wiper and 　scouring pad the first day in junior high school. She is a quite amazing English teacher, and she had us clean the floor for a week every semester begins. We had a hard time during those days. There were tests and quizzes every single days, and having English class over ten hours a week. Having every student remind the text books every single lesson. Although it was painful and ridiculous, I’m really appreciate my teacher had have done all these supports.

        We were taught every lesson complete and perfect, grammars in high school were also been taught at that time. Every vocabulary, sentences on the sheet or in text books would be concluded and ordered accurately. I didn’t like the teacher before, but after I graduated, I since knew that I was well-being and really lucky. She had given all we would meet in the future. I’m surprised that the teacher had done so many for students with no extra bonus salaries. Now in junior high school, I still think of my teacher sometime the lessons I had already learnt. Thanks for everything during the hard time we had been, I’m really proud of my teacher.

The classroom was really clean at that time.

It never ends

Since graduated from elementary school, I haven't went back to see my English teachers teaching us for years. We were taught to know every  KKphonetic symbols to meet system in junior high school at last.  Practicing amount of test questions was one of the measures.

In elementary school, English never made me feel interested in it in class. After noticing I was never concentrate in class, my teacher gave me some books to choose. The game was: You can read those books instead of doing those boring activities and homework, but your results would depend on the report you gave me in the end of the semester. Actually I enjoyed those days reading Sherlock Holmes with no pressure and meaningless homework.  

Since then, I had a reading ability as if by magic. I’ve never thought reading is such an amazing habit that no one could disturb you in the situation. I found delights in reading either English or Chinese novels.

Those were the days

I went to a kindergarten which make every children speak only English when I was three. You can only ask for toilet in English. During either play time or in class we could speak only English. That was a really smart way to let children learn and use English in usual life. We read English picture books, fought each other in English, had fun with foreign teachers. I knew my Chinese name until I almost graduated from kindergarten. In my family, we are used to call others in English names. Practicing writing Chinese seem hard for me at that time. But I was happy learning those days.

I was not really getting used to the new learning environment in elementary school. My classmates were really good at shouting at each other in Chinese words that I had never heard of. It may be the reason why I was so quiet and nervous talking to others in class. There was still cram school after school, teachers I had known since long time ago. English lessons, homework, tests every week, speech contests, spelling bee award, ghost story writing, summer and winter camp....Although some were a bit boring, it really helped me improve my English ability.

I had a New Zealand pen pal then. Whole class would each write a letter to them. Saying something interesting in Taiwan, our school life, family members....I still remember that they can go to school at nine o' clock and go home at two. Whole class would like to move to there then. Students in other countries are free and happy either during weekends or school life.

A monologue from a spirit that has no idea without fighting

        Living in a generation commonly imbued with behavior and values which is particular about efficiency, breeds innumerable civilizations and transitions, entering- higher school mechanism and conscious of screening, after been sieved out distributed to a simple high school that those life will be filled with hormone of the same sex in the coming-endless three years. To become a person who is able to have country and social responsibility on one’s back, here comes the sense of self-respect and expectation with amount of attempt on the risk of losing oneself in the future.

        Diving in the world of literature, I sank in the environment among the sense of sight and realizing. Without getting appropriate communication with the society by any single language, art gain frames or semicircular canals to create a wonderful amazing paradise with fantasies wandering on the edge of the reality. I haven’t given up creating art works although the time was arduous and imprisoned. To gain glory and resplendent fact, getting rid of the scandal which is been covered with mental patients around the reality. Set a record on the one’s youth history that was been kidnapped by compulsory education. I’m not regretful about spending lots of time and consciousness, it is worthy of doing it with burning my soul and losing my mind.

Joining a small part of life between others, we enjoy the glory and achievements. Three years of planning, schoolwork will still be the only main shaft, stretches limitless structure of activity and health-mind-depressing work. Brain will not stop calculating and creating, with in one’s ability, I would like to win proud for class and person. Thanks for the lesson in junior high, slaughtering and painful might be regularly must. Serious battlefield, except bleeding and painful, I don’t want to make me depress ever again. Hardships of a journey, tired body with a losing-soul, been one thousand boils and a hundred holes, although falling down in sore straits, after three years, I wish I could stand still and greet with me in the future expansively.