My Love for English
Deep beneath my heart resides my sincere gratitude to Miss Mo, the young lady who initiated me into the language of English. To her patient instruction, vivacious lecturing as well as her expressive story telling, I owe my love for English.
Reciting texts was how I started learning English. Quite a slow learner in language, I spent more time than the rest listening to the tapes and reading the texts. It is impossible for me not to remember the time when Miss Mo demonstrated to me the correct way of pronunciation for a thousand and one times after school. Instead of a lonely boat lost on the sea of monotonous discourses, gradually I found myself a confident captain capable of steering my own way out of the intriguing ocean of word(s) upon which the great mansion of English literacy is built.
Later, when we were able to manipulate the language a bit(more) freely, Miss Mo devised a variety of activities in which we were encouraged to participate. It is she who squeezed the limited class time for us students to sink ourselves into the fascinating world of English songs, ranging from Mother Goose, the Carpenters to the front guard BSB. We were not supposed to merely enjoy the music, but also to interpret the lyrics in our own manner and to express our feelings respectively. For the first time, I sensed the underlying principle both languages share and share alike; namely, the subtle relationship they bear with the culture.
On the third year of my learning English, we are granted a ten minute free show before each class, which served as "a stage to exhibit our talent". Some of us gave speeches; some put on mini plays and the others still, organized debates. Miss Mo neyer interfere beforehand, rather, she took detailed notes and gave comments and advice in face-to-face conversations after class. I bet no one else but she knew