My first teacher...

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My first teacher...
"Kind teacher, tolerant person, angelic woman..." When I mention these words, the sincere face of my first teacher is embodied in my mind. Come to think of it, I know very little about my first teacher. All I know is this simple description, only the feelings that have grown in my heart over the years, changed their shape and color.
The first step
Before I was seven years old, I followed my sister to school. I was a child who did not yet fully understand the meaning of the words "school" and "teacher", and could not even hold a pen. My first teacher, who awakened the veins of confidence in my heart and made it a graft for future dreams!
This is such a faith that opened eyes in my heart as patience in difficult moments and gratitude in happy moments. He gives me the strength to live and keeps saying "You can do it all" in my ears.
I remember I got tired of your assignments less than a week after I started school. I'm tired of sitting at a desk for hours. Like in kindergarten, I used to play with my friends and play with toys whenever I wanted. Seeing my indifference and laziness, you put a picture book in my hand. You assigned me the task of coloring the heroes of fairy tales and telling what I know about them. While my classmates were learning to recognize letters and write, I tried to complete your assignment and failed. The reason is that I realized that it is not easy to tell a story and make events more interesting to the dark-eyed people who do not even know how to write and look at their peers with hope by looking at the pictures in the book. I realized that my lack of spelling had given me a warning. In order not to fall behind my classmates, I learned to read with hiccups, to write letters beautifully and without mistakes. Because of the lessons you taught me with a kind and encouraging look, I soon became one of the best students in my class. I became friends with a book - a happy tool for fluency in my speech. This friend has enlightened my path over the years. It led to my dreams as high as the sky.
Moments of adulthood
After completing primary school, we entered the period of secondary education. Life was the same: the same school, the same classroom, familiar faces... However, no one, nothing could take your place. Later, he was filled with a sweet memory and an incomparable longing in his heart. This longing is such a longing that it cannot be comforted by family. The longing that drinks to the day even in the days of the day. This longing was imprinted in the memory book with the title "My first teacher". I remember, on the eve of graduating from school, our teacher asked, "Who should I be?" He told us to write an essay on the subject. Then, without hesitation, the thought "I will become a teacher like my teacher" crossed my mind. I took a pen in my hand, but I could not find words worthy of the description of a selfless and passionate teacher like you.
I am a student
I gave up sleep and studied at night, and I became a prestigious university student. I met you when I was walking in the midst of the happiest, sweetest moments of being a student. That loving look, sincere words. The face of the teacher, who was a role model for her students with the way she walked, dressed, and spoke, aroused envy in the hearts of her students. Then I felt guilty. Thanks to the knowledge you gave me, I became a university student, and I never even thought of saying "thank you" or asking about your condition. That day, I said goodbye, promising that I would definitely go to your house during the holidays.
Today…
I can't go, even though I miss the person who gave me a place in his heart and four years of his life, because I don't have time. Every time I remember my teacher, I want to soothe the pain of my conscience with false consolations, I want to wash myself.
These are just the little truths that I found in my heart about my first teacher. The greatest truth is that this person gave me happiness, not a pen. He taught the future to fly, to find strength to overcome obstacles. I have learned that patience and knowledge are my best companions in achieving my goals. He fed my heart, which was not satisfied with the desires of childhood, with the sustenance of enlightenment.
As the past years rolled in front of my eyes like a film, I said, "Today, no excuse can stand in the way of me" and pressed the most beautiful bouquet in the shop to my lap, the home of my teacher, whose every word became wisdom. I rushed towards My innocent childhood was waiting for me at his doorstep...
Iroda Umarova

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