Mr. Doyle was my maths teacher for three years and I fear what will happen when he doesn't teach me maths anymore. I'm afraid I'll fail maths without him because he is like an amazing teacher. He explains everything so well and often makes us laugh with things like his fraction buster song and coming up with names like Jacinta for examples. Last year there was this big thing I'm not going to explain about me writing notes and stuff with my friend in class, which I really regret because there was some bad stuff about him. It makes me feel really guilty because I don't actually think it and I love him as a teacher. Luckily he is really cool and didn't hold a grudge or anything and things soon went back to normal, although I don't think he liked me as much as he did in first year, when I was always ahead of the class (because I'm so amazing at maths, well was), anymore. I cried in my last maths class and wish I hugged him because I will miss him so much and I don't know if I'll be able to do maths without him (I'm probably exaggerating but still).
Goodbye my munchkins,
Your master, Weronika
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