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Anyone here knows about a small country in Southeast Asia named
Thailand? I came fromthere, the mainland of the Suvarnabhumi. In my
language, it means The Golden Region.Thailand is in the South
Pacific Ocean. We are constitutional monarchy by The Chakri
Dynasty.Here is the tropical climate and has a rainy, cloudy, and
very hot weather. However, thegreatness of my hometown is the
individual of architectural styles like the Buddhist temple,
the
Buddhist sanctuary, and the wall painting of Buddhist arts.
My whole life is in Thai, absolutely my mother tongue language
is Thai. Its very differentfrom Europe tongue, but it seems like
Sanskrit language. Many our cultures have a combinationof India and
some countries in Asia. We are not shaking hands. The greeting of
us is Wai bypressing our palms together like in a prayer and bowing
your back a little. In my country peopledo not talk in another
language (excepting some regional speech in the countryside). I
studiedEnglish in a secondary school, but no one uses it in a daily
life. For the students, it is rarely usedwithout studying.
Ok, lets take a break from any history of my country. I will
tell you some of my life. It surelydiffers from many people. The
first is I am a student in the Department of Music. I think it
makesme different because in the opinion of a conservative adult,
the arts are not important enough foreducating in an undergraduate.
I loved music, so it was my hard time to choose between myparents
pleasure and my dream. I know everyone must be in a situation like
that, now I choosemy dream to go on. Dont stop to walk if you still
can do it, I always believe this moral.
The second is I grew up and studied in the Christian Catholic
School. Seems like to be anormal, right? But dont forget the truth
about getting to know, my country religion is Buddhism. Inmy
school, we studied English with the instructors from the
Philippines. Their accent is veryindividual, their phones too. If
you pronounce T alphabet with thee, they will accent tee,
sounded like an Indian. Both of them are so cool, in my
opinion.
My improving depends on my studied English experience at this
school. When I was ingrade 11th, I met a stress woman instructor in
the critical reading class. I will call her name justMs. Ro
absolutely its not her real name. Ms. Ro is different from the
others, I mean, theinstructor from the Philippines like her. In her
class everybody is always quiet, just listens, andanswers her
question. If someone talks too much and she cant bear it anymore,
she will shoutaloud that Minus three! We are so frightening her
much, more than any instructors.
Her critical reading class is unimpressed time for us. It has
many things to do, reading,writing, discussing, many students dont
like her because this class is so hard, but not me. I was
some of students who like Ms. Ro, she is the one who really
cares about us. In my country a lot ofstudents very weak in
English, I think the main reason is we just speak in our native
languageand many of them dont have any understandings about it
enough. Some of my foreignerinstructors would let us talk and play
if we dont need to study. That class is ended, and we stilldont
know anything in English. So I impressed Ms. Ro so much. She is a
very patient teacher, sostress, but kind, we really know.
I had studied with her for two years, in grade 11th and 12th.
Her subject is an effective classfor many of the students. We had
learnt the critical reading from her. It wasnt an easy class, butat
last we still could survive. I dont know why, she has something
respectable. When we
educated from the school, everybody, truly, said I love her.
In this case, it looks like the greatest end of a story telling,
but one day some of a terrible truthcame to us. In the last
semester of a secondary student life, Ms. Ro has taken sick leave
andnobody knows whats going on. She had left for a month and came
back, we thought she just
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back to her hometown for a while, but after all we heard a rumor
from another, Ms. Ro was sick.What? I felt something bad happen,
and it was true, she had a cancer.
The last semester passed by studying with another. It was not
familiar to us. A new instructorwas easygoing, and didnt teach in
critical reading class. We could study and get a good grade,but it
was different, it wasnt Ms. Ro. Why we missed her so much?
I was graduated from the school before I knew much more about
Ms.Ros il lness. I knew she
had admitted to the hospital in the Philippines for a while, for
healing her illness. I still have somehope that I want to see her
again when I came back to my school. I dont know now she is
alright,isnt she? But if you ask about my best teacher, it really
will be her.
