Farewell letter to a teacher

I never really was that interested in english. That all changed from the first english class I experienced in M5.  It wasn’t like other subjects.  There was no equations and no formulas needed.  Just a thousand comprehensions, DVD covers, Text articles, essays and speeches to analyse. A million personal writing tasks to write and a billion shoutings to endure. Although that’s a lot better than simultaneous equations if you ask me.

I remember one of the first ever homeworks I received from english.  ‘Write a page describing who I was, what I liked, what hobbies did I do.’  For such a simple task I was dying to engulf myself into the work.  Needless to say that excitement died over time... But the pasts the past, what can you do.  

The thing I loved most about english wasn’t all the fun filled, adrenaline rush you got when you analysed an essay.  It was the teacher.  I can’t say too many nice things about her though cause well I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction after all the death threats I’ve gotten.  Although if there’s one thing you can say about her, you could say she’s a nerd.  Two words back up that statement and no argument can prove it otherwise. Comic Con.

I’m going to cut it short here as I’m sure there’s enough grammatical errors to be seen and I won’t make it any worse.  I just want to say thank you Miss Richards  for putting up with me for so many years and I have thoroughly enjoyed almost everything about english.  It really has been my favourite subject.  Hopefully I’ve learnt enough to be able to go into the exam and get the best I can get and make a good name for 8 banders everywhere. ;) Yes i just did a winky face. BAHA.

Yours sincerely: