When I opened my laptop in CELC as usual, everything went normally. At about one o’clock, something shocking came to me. One my best friends told me on QQ that our Chinese teacher in junior school died from a car accident.
At that time, I was amazed. I could not believe what had happened. I quickly took out my mobile phone and called my father. He said,“Yes, that’s true.” I was silent for a while and then I hung up. I told my classmates that my teacher was killed by someone. They were not disturbed. I knew it should be like this, for my teacher had nothing to do with him. That does not matter. Maybe, I was too emotional.
He was an ordinal people. After his death, nothing about him would remain except memories and his grave. I could still remember clearly that how responsible and diligent he was. He was the vice headmaster of my school. The school time in the morning began at 6:30, but he would come before that time and he was earlier than I every day. When all of the students were sleeping in the dormitory, he was still outside making sure that there were not any potential dangers. As a result, I often saw him sleeping on his desk. Sometimes he could not go back home for a whole week.
When he was teaching, he would make us laugh. He taught me throughout the middle school. I learned not only Chinese but also morality from him. Especially when it was in the Grade Three, all of us had a great deal of pressure and confusion, he encouraged us and helped us to cope. To tell the truth, I was very depressed at that time. When my performance was bad, he would ask whether I had some problems. It is likely that every teacher does the same thing, but I think you will remember him or her for a long time.
When I was on the bus, I thought about that when he was dying, what he would think about. After a long time, I could not figure out. It is awful for me to imagine that. A person who was not more than 40 died suddenly. I cannot accept that, but this is the truth. I wish that he will have a good life in the paradise.
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To be honest, it does not have many things to do with me. However, this tragedy tells me the fact that we should treasure everyday life. Why life is so important to us is that we do not know when it comes to an end, which we can not control. Nonetheless, we can make our lives meaningful, by living happily every day. Finally, I hope you can return to normal life soon.
ReplyDeleteAfter reading your blog, I think of my teachers in middle school too. I remember every day when I arrived at school at 6:50, my head teacher was already sitting in the classroom. I remember every night when we were studying in the classroom, one of our teachers would stay outside in case that we may have questions. I remember how they encouraged us when we displayed in examinations and the efforts they made to counteract our tension and stress towards the college entrance examinations…… Though they are ordinary people, and what they did were things that many responsible teachers would do, they are important to me, for without their efforts and hard work, I would not be what I am today. I want to wish that all my teachers will be healthy and happy.
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