My favorite teacher is my history teacher, and he is by far the best teacher that I have ever had. He has the ability to make a subject that many students find incredibly boring come to life through his enthusiasm and passion for history, and his love of being a teacher. Going to his lessons is something we look forward to, not dread, like we do with most other lessons.
It’s ever so funny to watch him get excited about something, which happens in every lesson. It’s easy to know that he’s getting excited because he begins bouncing up and down slightly in a way that no other sixty-something year old would ever managed without looking completely ridiculous. He has this dark (with more and more grey streaks these days), springy hair that lines the edge of his growing bald patch, and the hair bounces up and down with him like thousands of tiny little springs. Then, he takes on his whole new persona, often going into role and becoming the character or figure he is talking about, doing the voices, the actions, and parading up and down the room gesticulating wildly, but all the while there’s a gentle ‘bounce, bounce, bounce’, as though the springs are not just on his head but on the soles of his shoes too.
A teacher that doesn’t take himself too seriously always will be a big hit with teenagers, although he’s not afraid to impose his authority if he has to. I’ve only ever heard him properly shout once (although thankfully it wasn’t it me), but it isn’t an experience that I would like to repeat. When he lost it, the room suddenly became more silent than I’d ever known it to be before. We all sat slightly paralyzed, not even anting to breathe too loudly, because hearing such a jovial and jolly little man lose his temper was a huge shock. It certainly had the right kind of impact though, because he’s never needed to shout since.
It is actually this teacher that I have to thank for my love of history. In his lessons, history does not mean copying out of textbooks and writing pages and pages of notes. History is alive; history is something tangible, that you can see, hear and feel, and we can live it through dressing up and acting out scenes or taking trips to important places of historical interest. And although he’s getting on in years and may not be teaching for much longer, he will have an important place in history for many of his students, because there has never been a teacher able to bring a subject to life in quite the same way he does.
My father, my best teacher Essay example
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At every point of my life, I have two types of education. Schools offer me the basic knowledge of how to make a living, and the other is my father who teaches me how to live.
I once questioned myself about the importance of education in school, five minutes later there were a list of things on my mind…..having new friends, learn how to do the Maths, learn Thai history, learn English and…….well, learn how to sing national anthem correctly. I totally agree that those things as mentioned are important factors in people’s lives. Graduating high school is a pathway to the higher education. But when it comes to the opposite way, how many people apply what they have learned in school into daily lives properly? When…show more content…
“Being healthy is the most important in people’s lives’ is his motto. What I didn’t realize before is sports also help people in making decisions and be more confident. ‘Never love something that cannot love you back’ is what my father used to say. He teaches me not to worship material possessions. Nevertheless, he spends his money on the equipment for his mountain bikes. Only one thing that makes him spends his money. Cycling is also his favorite sport. Each of his trips includes a bicycle, a helmet, a backpack, and a camera. One of his selected destinations is Chiang-Mai because he thinks it is challenging to find new routes for his every single trip to get there. Every time he tells me that he will be gone for a few weeks, a small part of me is worried about his trip and a bigger part is being so proud of him. When he is on a trip, he often sounds exhausted over the phone but he wouldn’t let his weakness came over him before he reaches the destination.
Even though we live apart, I reside in Bangkok with my mother while he has spent the past seven years alone in Nakornpathom. He teaches me loads of valuable things that even my mother cannot. Every words coming out of his mouth are such convincing, energetic and powerful. I automatically absorb his conceptions. When I was about to take national entrance exam, he said “Give your best shot, so you won’t regret whether you succeed or not’, while my high school expected many students