When I was in Grade 6, I was taught by an English teacher known as “Hitler” among students. She always saw me furiously, even though I always started trembling whenever I found her near me. Initially, she took me as an ordinary student and never paid attention to me. After a few months, I got a tragedy, lost my best friend. That tragedy made me emotionally paralyzed. During this time, my teacher began to notice me. She tried to get me involved in every activity in class. But I never responded to her. That might surprised her, but she did the same by insulting me in more different way. I started hating her. But as I have to complete my 8th Grade there, in that school. So, I tried to make her happy by performing well. But she never appreciated me. She sometimes laughed at my lame efforts and even scolded me. One day, she insulted me very hard before my class. That was something that encouraged me to learn English Subject by heart. I became determined to master it, focusing on the ba
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