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 basics like grammar, tenses, and proverbs.
She taught me the same subject (English) for three years. When my exam results were finally announced, she was astounded. I had achieved an impressive 97% in English. Yay, I did that! I impressed her.
From that day, I never learned English, I just revised my well-established concepts.
Upon entering college, I didn’t bother purchasing English learning materials or textbooks. I just lent a book from my friend for a few days to prepare for my exam. And that’s it!
I got an outstanding score of 95/100 in my intermediate examination. From that day on, I’ve written various essays, both in English and Urdu. I even contributed two articles to my college magazine, both of which were warmly liked by teachers and fellows. Alhumdulillah!
This way I learned English. I learned how to make things happen. I learned that I never hated my English teacher, but I love her. Now I love English. I don’t know why, but I do love it.
[I missed this part: When I was near departing from my Elementary School to High School, I was not happy. I was not happy to leave that ‘Hitler’. I got addicted to her scoldings, her dictations, her ironic smiles, taunts, and everything]
Since I was good, not literally perfect in English, I decided to turn my passion into a career. Now I try to utilize my experience, my concepts, and my passion to write every single piece of content for my clients to show them my LOVE for WRITING.
That’s how I fell in love with my LOVE! Hope you enjoyed my journey of LOVE!
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