My Essays

	My "Favorite" Teacher
	Imagine you are living in small town, where almost everybody knows each other. There are not so much news and events, but if something happens everybody would know about this. There is some people fame with their characters and they have nicknames which relatives with their behaviors, for instance if somebody is lazy probably people would call him “name+mes”, which means “name + lazy” in my language. In addition, usually teachers are the most famous people in that kind of towns. In my town my first teacher was the most famous teacher, and he had a nickname like wise teacher. Every family wanted to give their children to his class. After a lot of efforts from my parents I went to his class. I thanked God and my parents, because I was “lucky” being in his class. In childhood almost every children thought that, teachers are the most important people and they know everything. However in my experience it was different, because my father also was a teacher so I didn’t think like average children. Moreover I had a bigger body than my peers. For example in my school years I was taller about 30 – 40 cm than my classmates and, I wasn’t a child like they were. In my second year in my school I could understand our teacher's discrimination between students. After that I began to think why he likes some girls a lot. They weren’t so successful I knew that. I asked my father about that but he always supported my teacher. After I began analyze his relatives and I got it, they were his relatives. (At first he didn’t want me to take his class, because I was late born, in September 20. After years I learn that in my class were a lot of students who were born in November and December.) His classes were too much boring for me. After a while I got his trick on other teachers. Let me explain: there was a competition between teachers whose class has more grades. He wrote the text and let us to copy it, that was his writing dictate. He had to read it us and we had to write it, but he wrote it to blackboard and we got good grades than other classes. We never had math test also, our job was only copying. In his class hand writing and memorizing multiplication table were the most important things. I didn't like memorize anything so I didn't. After that he hated me a lot so I am. After one year he retired and left our school. I was very happy. Our new teacher was young and handsome. Moreover he liked me and I began to be active in class. After that until I finished my school every year I was elected the best student in the school. In my 9. class my first teacher came our school as honor teacher. He began to teach us again but at that time I showed him who I was. He used to say me a lot of good words, but it was too late , because he had broken my heart already. In my opinion, teachers also human, so they can be good and bad. I want like my the first teacher but I can't, and that disturbs me.

	I'm Sorry Morgan!
	It must be he, but he pretends that he doesn’t know me. Why? Why? But maybe he is right...Oh these years, my wonder years... We were in elementary school in our orphanage, I remember that these years were wonderful and I will never forget these years. Morgan and I were like brothers, everybody said that too. We were doing everything together. Once our teacher noticed that our mom’s brought us to orphanage at the same day. Maybe that’s why we were to close to each other. Morgan was very smart and helped me a lot. I didn't have any brother or sister, but I was pretty sure, if I had them they couldn't be better than he was. After middle school we left our orphanage. We had to leave because they need place for younger orphans. Oh how I didn’t like this word. Anyway, after that Morgan left school and started to work. He said that he liked work, that’s why he was working. I wanted to imitate him to study but he didn’t listen me. We started our life sharing a small room. He was working and I was studying in school. I wanted to work but he said that he could support me. After years I finished my high school as the best student of school. I remember when I brought my grade paper he was very happy and promised me that he will earn money for my college too. Moreover he did. At the first grade of a collage he gave me money as he could. In my heart I promised myself that I must be the best in college only for him. Because, I wanted make him happy again. At that period of time we could see each other only on weekends, because he was working so hard. When he came home he smelt a sweat, but it didn’t disturb me on the contrary I liked it. The end of a year I elected the best student of our college, but he couldn’t come to the ceremony because he was working. In the second year of my college degree my life is really changed, because the college administration gave a scholarship and a room in a dormitory. That made us happy. However after that we could see each other one in tree month. I was doing my job in the college better and better. However that day, which I couldn’t forget yet, came. It was a sunny weekend and I was in the park with my classmates. We were enjoying a day. At that time I saw Morgan on his work dresses. His dresses were really dirty. He came to us and wanted to speak with me. But didn’t want to show that this worker in a dirty clothes was my friend, because my girlfriends knew about Morgan but I never said them that he was a worker in garbage company. I was embarrassing and meantime he said: “ Hallow everybody!” and looked at me, I pretended that I didn’t know him. I said he was smart, he figured out this situation and apologized and left. After that I never met him. Actually, I think I saw him in my fourth grade when I finished my college as the best student. In our college was a custom in which the best student of fourth grade makes a speech. When I was speaking to audience on the corner of a salon I saw him. That was he. That was last time when I saw him. Today I had a problem with running water in bathroom and I asked to my husband to call the technician. He called the technician and left. I was a professor in a college and it was summer holiday so I could wait for technician. After about 1 hour the technician came, but he seemed very different. I don’t know am I know him or not. Oh my god it must be he. The same smell, the same way of walking, but he looks like very old. However, he pretends that he doesn’t know me. Why? Why? But maybe he is right. Without his support who I could become.