'If you only knew..' - letter to my English teacher, who never believed in me

Maybe you can't remember me, but I want to tell you something: you have deceived me tremendously! At the end of this letter I'll tell you what I'm doing toda

'If you only knew..' - letter to my English teacher, who never believed in me

Maybe you can't remember me, but I want to tell you something: you have deceived me tremendously! At the end of this letter I'll tell you what I'm doing today. First, I'll tell you again, what have you done in the past with me.

I found the school really good: I was able to meet every day, my friends in the break, in the gym, take up a new sport and math problems to solve and celebrate successes.

But her teaching was for me the bare Horror. Your dictations and Tests have me pushed the sweat on the forehead, and long nights of nightmares brought.

I was> of them bitter tied to a bed,

The spelling had remained at the level of a first grader are, they said. There is no creative story to help. Creativity is not counted in your lessons. to take

Instead of me seriously and help me to work on my weaknesses, they gave up easy. "Why don't you go talk to the school psychologist, your child must be dyslexic!" - was the only clue they have of my parents and me around the ears.

If you only knew!

I wish no child the experience that it is checked as a case for the special school. It felt like to be kicked when you're already on the ground. And that's exactly the reason I write to you now!

Because if you knew what I do now, you would probably doubt the whole world. I earn my money with Writing texts and articles. With creative reports and impressions I chriftliche verse. I am now a journalist. And to be quite honest: you have not contributed in any way!

Not a hopeless case

Still, I want to thank you, because through you I have learned one thing: I won't give anything more to what other people think about me or how they judge me. I now have more self-confidence. If I want something, I myself have to work for it.

But as a child I could not understand. It was a long road that I have competed without you and the help of the school. I'm not a hopeless case from the last series, but a man with Strengths and weaknesses, of the had in your teaching, simply no room.

Sincerely,

Vivica Mildner

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