Taught – Lolsys Library

43. A great Mentor or Teacher

I instantly knew who I was going to write about when I saw this one.

If you read my “Share Your World” post this week, you probably noticed that I wrote about my difficulties in High School and how it was difficult for me as I had learning difficulties i.e. Dyslexia, but none of the teachers recognised this…Except for one.

My Classical Studies teachers noticed that I had really good ideas, but it was my sentence and grammar structure that just seemed a little off to him. So instead of just ignoring that what we did was every time I had a huge project or written assessment come up. He would take the time to sit down with me for about an hour. We would go through what I had written so far and he would help me to correct any mistakes I made. It was the only class where I ended up with B’s AND A’s and no C’s.

Since he helped me I have had this love for anything ancient, so Ancient Rome, Egypt, Greek etc. I think he has a lot to do with that. It made me feel smart and made me feel like I wanted to be there and learn even more.

Share Your World … Week 41

Do you believe in love at first sight?
I do, but I also don’t believe that we’ve realised that it’s happened, if that makes any sense. I think about my current partner and my previous partners and those first time I met them. I believe there is some kind of of connection when you “a one” and also “the one”. Something happens, whether it’s hormones, destiny, something happens in those first moment, that we are not even aware of.
Your first car?
I haven’t actually even learned to drive yet, one day though. My dream car would be a Mini though!
Who taught you to ride a bike? How did it go?
My Dad really was the one who taught us, he bought us bikes and he kind of “made us” do it. Which sounds tough, but we would have never have done it if he hadn’t of made us. The bike he got me though, I think was a bit too big or tall for me. I can’t remember which way it’s called, but it was hard for me to get my leg over.
Ugly and rich or beautiful and poor?
I would honestly have to go with Ugly and rich. I’m not trying be all holier than though. I really believe at the end of the day your friends, family and love relationships, the ones who care about you anyways, will still be around for you. At least though if I was rich, I would be able to travel and explore new cultures, new lands.
What was the first dish you could cook?
I think I baked before I started to make dishes for dinner and such. I used to love making cookies, I just loved the smell. As for dinner, I think the first dish I could cook was tuna mornay, I love that dish, one of the reasons that I made it.