Post by rim on Jul 2, 2017 7:55:43 GMT
Hi
My name is Clara and I am a new member in his forum and I would be glad to share with you. As I grew up in school, I came to learn that a good relationship with teachers is very paramount. It was one day during a mathematics class when I shouted the nickname of my teacher. The bad blood between me and the teacher started cropping up and ballooned into something big. My classmates were not at ease and the teacher too. When she reported me to the class master, my ignorance and arrogance were the steerings to my habits. It was such an afternoon full of drama. I threw a jibe and walked away. Very haughty and pride eating me away, I even decided to disappear from school. Hither and thither I ran home to report the teacher to my dad. Red hot and dad could not wait for me to narrate everything. He fired the engine and went to school. I was sobbing hysterically pretending to be a saint. On meeting the teachers, dad was so in anger that even the teachers themselves owned up they were the one at the wrong end. All the teachers were suppressed to nothing and my heart was running so fast. When dad left teachers always assumed me. they could not bother whether I did assignments or not. Life became so unbearable to me that I couldn’t bare it anymore. My performance sunk to an extent of pity. I was the laughing stock of other children in school. After realizing things are becoming so hard on my side, I made a solemn oath to change and confessed to all the teachers. From that time of my confession, a good rapport was built between me and the teachers and I started becoming an icon of good performance in school.
My name is Clara and I am a new member in his forum and I would be glad to share with you. As I grew up in school, I came to learn that a good relationship with teachers is very paramount. It was one day during a mathematics class when I shouted the nickname of my teacher. The bad blood between me and the teacher started cropping up and ballooned into something big. My classmates were not at ease and the teacher too. When she reported me to the class master, my ignorance and arrogance were the steerings to my habits. It was such an afternoon full of drama. I threw a jibe and walked away. Very haughty and pride eating me away, I even decided to disappear from school. Hither and thither I ran home to report the teacher to my dad. Red hot and dad could not wait for me to narrate everything. He fired the engine and went to school. I was sobbing hysterically pretending to be a saint. On meeting the teachers, dad was so in anger that even the teachers themselves owned up they were the one at the wrong end. All the teachers were suppressed to nothing and my heart was running so fast. When dad left teachers always assumed me. they could not bother whether I did assignments or not. Life became so unbearable to me that I couldn’t bare it anymore. My performance sunk to an extent of pity. I was the laughing stock of other children in school. After realizing things are becoming so hard on my side, I made a solemn oath to change and confessed to all the teachers. From that time of my confession, a good rapport was built between me and the teachers and I started becoming an icon of good performance in school.
