I had my
last English class (yes, last, as in I probably will never have another
English class for the rest of my life) on Tuesday, 13/12/2011. It was a simple
affair, just some final words on our assignments, and then class was dismissed.
Like Pn. Chai (my last English teacher) said, it was just like our first class
for the semester, but as opposed to my delight at that time, it was with heavy
feet and heart I left my classroom this time.
English has
always been my favourite subject ever since... before I could remember. Mostly
because it feels so much more relaxing and we get more freedom during class
(maybe it's just me?), as opposed to the rigidity and formality of other
classes such as Chemistry class (gah, just can't get along with Chem. I enjoy
Math, but even the Math in Chem disgusts me. =/).
My perception of:
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Also,
English teachers always seem so much more amusing and interesting than most
other teachers (could be just my imagination again? o.O). No seriously. I
attended the English spelling bee last night, and for the 2 hours I was there I
found that invited English eacher to be pretty good-humoured as well.
As you can
probably tell, I have many fond memories of my English teachers. In fact, I
like English classes so much it was the only tuition I took that was relevant
to my school curriculum (the only other tuitions I took were art tuition and
violin/piano tuition) until Form 4, when I, sadly, had to graduate.
At first, I
thought my preference for English classes had something to do with my penchant
for languages. There is just something very remarkable about languages. While I
find English witty and easy-going, Chinese, my native language, is a delicately
intricate and cultured persona to me. Japanese, my best-loved language at the
moment, is a deep, ambiguous languge with various subtle nuances. So it made
complete sense for me to love a language class, no matter what language it was.
That was,
until I took up Malay tutoring in Form 4.
...
Let's just
say after my Malay tutoring, I can safely conclude that my liking of English
classes has nothing to do with my penchant for languages, and has everything to
do with how interesting the teachers always are. I know I will miss having
English classes.
さらばだ、英語のクラス～
P/s: Pn.
Chai, if you are reading this, Godspeed!
