Teachers

We were asked to talk about one the teachers we have had during this past 6 years. In the beginning, I didn't know who I should talk about, but then I started to think about anecdotes of them, and Fernanda is possibly the teacher with the funniest anecdotes.

Firstly, I'd like to comment that, despite all what is said about her (her difficult exams, her incomprehensible hand writing, etc.), she was a good teacher. However I cannot say that the facts mentioned about aren't true – because they are.

When talking about the anecdotes she stars in, the most remarkable one is the day in which we arrived to the class, we came in and Fernanda wasn't there yet, and as she didn't came after ten minutes waiting, we thought she was absent. However, we were wrong. Fifteen minutes before the bell rang, she entered the class, and said “You had maths class now and you didn't tell, such imps of you”. She forgot about having class, and she even blamed us!

She is also the protagonist of many smaller anecdotes, such as repeating each day “Virosta, did you do the homework?” or “Laza, don't stretch in public – it's very rude”. And who can forget about “You have a media of 4.5, if you want I can pass you, if you don't, I fail you, however you want”.

To end, I'd like to say that for me Fernanda was a good teacher. She did some weird things (like shouting “ay ay ay ay ay” when she accidentally knocked over the board rubber), but that dind't meant she was a bad teacher. I have to admit that some of here exams were difficult, but she made them like that so we could apply what we had learnt so we could learn more.

Earliest memory

I don't remember too many things about my first days at secondary school. However, there's one I can remember better than others: our first English lesson.

Our English teacher was – and still is – Isabel Celis, or as we call her, Miss Celis. It didn't take too long until we got shocked with her. Why? Because she was talking in English. It may be normal for someone who has been studying English for years but, for us, twenty-five student who had just left primary school was astonishing. Almost any of us could understand her at all. However our “nightmare” was not finished yet. The worst part came when she showed us the red car, a red cardboard which was given to who spoke Spanish, and at the end of the class he or she was given extra homework. Funnily, there was just one red card, so if two people spoke Spanish, the second person who spoked received it and the first person was free of having extra activities.

To conclude this first chapter, I'd like to say that I possible never forget this day as long as I remember how nervous we were and how funny was to annoy that person who received the the red card.