Yesterday was a day of storms. A mild spring storm suddenly came when we were in class, brought along heavy rain and numb wind. It was such a long time since we last witnessed a storm. It was so cold and wet that my classmate and I could not help shivering under my umbrella. Luckily, the storm soon grew mild and the rain stopped, making way for another storm to come. It was a storm created by amateur singers and dancers as well as many energetic audiences' yell and applause. Contrary to the first storm, this one definitely warmed everyone up in the numb weather. Then came a storm of emotion when my mother called and reminded me to wear warm clothes and go to bed early. At midnight, the last storm - my classmates' writings - struck me and stole my sleep away. I must call it "storm" because it did panic me when seeing a lot of unread emails with the same content, "Give me some comments". Today, the storms have all gone away. Walking on the watery street to school, I could clearly feel what the storms left inside and outside me: rain, cold, grey clouds - the first storm's outcomes, eagerness, happiness- the second storm's, emotion - the third storm's, dizziness, sleepiness - the last storm's. It was “last but not least” outcomes because what it left were so awful. I thought I would not learn anything, but the teacher of English Teaching Methodology was definitely powerful when making a sleepy girl focusing on the lecture. It was absolutely a wonderful class which helped me realize how much I liked the pedagogical atmosphere and made up my mind to pursue my career. The first wonderful thing was that students are very creative and funny. When the teacher was illustrating his dry theory with an interesting story like this, "I met a girl with long, black hair and long legs...", my friend, after being distracted by a phone message, asked me, "what is long, black?". I replied, "He met a girl with long, black legs", unnoticed that I spoke too loud. The whole class, even the lecturer, laughed loudly and woke all sleepy classmates up. Then, by deliberately misspelling a Vietnamese word, another classmate translated it from "a bit tough" into "boys' smell". Once again, the lecturer could not help grinning. There were many other funny stories. So, students are surely a big source of fun to the teacher, and the teacher was surely an achiever when being able to involve the sleepy students in his lesson. I wish I would possess this source and become an achiever in the future. The second wonderful thing was his series of stories when he first started his career. Who could imagine that a male teacher cried when his students were uninterested in the lessons? He did. Anyone of us knew clearly that teaching life was not only a collection of fun and achievement but also a bad record of tear and disappointment. I did cry sometimes during three years as a tutor. However, after all, none of us could deny the great sense of self-fulfillment when students show their improvement or just a little affection for their teacher, and also the new, fresh viewpoint students form in their teacher. I said "I did cry sometimes", but not only because of my students' laziness or stubbornness but also because I was touched by their lovely achievement at the end of the summer courses and the cute childish affection they showed me whenever they met me though I was not their official teacher. Some friends of mine said, "High school students are terrible, they are not as simple as the children you've taught. Change your job” and their advice did shake me. However, now I am determined enough to tell my friends, "I will be a teacher. Remember to send your children to me in the future, and flatter me from now on, or else your children will get low marks". Hoho. There were many beautiful things after the storms!
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Very interesting blog, just like your previous blog Micle Lee.
I'd again say that your English is very good(according to my poor knowledge) and you know how to write well.
I really enjoyed reading your blog. Thanks a lot for sharing with us.
And I like this line, "There were many beautiful things after storms!"
Thank you share us one whiff of your life and emotions :)