I'm still kind of sad about the end of Ms. Rose's class. I admit I hate to get up so early in the morning and go to school on Saturdays, but I seriously like Ms. Rose's class even though I never speak of it to anyone. I wonder if she knows it?
Something Ms. Rose said at last was touching, at least it was to me. She appreciated how we went to school last week and this morning as the weather was really unbearable; Many people thought we wouldn't come, but many of us showed up. Maybe it wasn't about what she said, I guess it was about the way she said it.
Some people aren't interested in her class, I wonder if they understand what she talks about, they don't want to go, they are forced to. So I highly doubt if the school will invite Ms. Rose to teach Saturday class again. Moreover, the Principle will be a different woman, I'm still not sure wether she's a kind of Principle who really care about English. If yes, then there might be even more recourses for us than last year; if not, many unnecessary budget will be cut down, including Ms. Rose's class.
I'll E-mail her sometimes, and if I write a story, I'll definitely send it to her.
She gave me a writing competition's information before I had final exams, I found the topic was interesting but I didn't join since I couldn't measure the time to do so. Yet I'm still interested in the topic and I'm going to write and send it to Ms. Rose, just to let her read and comment. The story will be written with no pressure underneath so I assume it'll be as good as I want it to be. Besides, if I write under stress, I might not have good ideas for the story, like how I always do in my exams. I'll have to work on it.
Yesterday I thought about Ms. Rose, a very weird thought: Ms. Rose is old, she doesn't look old but she is, and she's not healthy, I can tell from the body she has. What if she suddenly gets very sick and die?
I thought about it not because I hate her or something, I like her a lot, and I did it because I was afraid whether it'll happen. As I said, I like her a lot, and she's a really really really great teacher, it'd be my pleasure if she could watch me growing up and teach me along. There was a scene in my head that I went to hospital to visit her and saw she didn't look well. My tears came out just by imagining it, it was like I was actually sitting next to her bed and looking at her.
She doesn't know how much she means to me, neither do I, but there's a place in my heart where she'll always remain.
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