My Favourite Teacher

                                                   My Favorite Teacher

I do think that my favorite teacher is Spiridonova Tatyana Ivanovna. She’s my English and class teacher.

 My favorite teacher…when I think about my teacher these words contain feelings, emotions, attitude, may be the style of life, the relationships with people who surround you: respect and understanding, admission the person such as he is and of course, the belief that every person deserves to be listened to and the right to correct a mistakes. My teacher is like a sister of charity.

She always is ready to help the person who needs her help. She tries to bring us to be good people. She says that good and bad things return, that our life is boomerang. She’d like us to be honest, hardworking and just people.

       I suppose that many pupils of my school have written only good words about our English  teacher Tatyana Ivanovna. And I want to tell the story about her lemon tree.

                                                          The Yellow giant

Many years ago Tatyana Ivanovna’s friend gave her a shoot of a lemon tree. She planted it and tried to water it in time. She put it on the window where the sun rays were very bright. Once she was sent to Omsk to study, she wasn’t at home three days. When she came home she saw that her little lemon shoot was dry. She thought that it was dead and she was very sad. She spoke with it. She asked the shoot not to die.

An alarming week passed and she saw that new green leaves appeared on her little shoot. How happy she was!

Now her lemon tree is twelve years old. It is interesting to know that the lemon tree gives only one lemon which grows nine months! The last one was the biggest. It was 1150 grammas.

My Teacher
Thank you, my teacher, for being there
At times when skies were gray
Thank you, my teacher, for lending an ear
When I had things to say
You showered love on me lavishly
When no one seemed to care
You brought me joys untold
To fill my heart with moments of gold
I would have felt isolated and lonely
If you had not been there
I lack the words to let you know
How much you mean to me,
But I will profusely thank God for you
Until the Eternity.
- Maryam Mashhadi

Использованные ресурсы:

1)http://festivals.iloveindia.com/teachers-day/poems/thank-teacher-poem.html

2) Фотографии из личного архива Спиридоновой Татьяны Ивановны