Since this is not graded, Brad, don't pick on my grammar, vocab and all those mistakes! ;) I hope you enjoy reading my post~

I have no idea if anyone realised, I am not exactly fluent in English. Since young, I am more fluent in Chinese. Yet, because of oral and comprehension exams in primary and secondary education, i need to learn to speak in proper English. Therefore it resulted in this half English and half Chinese sentence structure of mine whenever i speak now. According to my friends, my love for Chinese was incomprehensible. Yes, they said incomprehensible. I score extremely well for Chinese and there are definitely Chinese e-books in my phone. I can survive without games in my phone, but not Chinese e-books. That's how crazy i am in love with Chinese.

In secondary 3, i met my new Chinese teacher, Miss Tang. She was from China, married with no kids. I started the first semester with her. She is similar to other Chinese teachers, requesting us to write essays and practice on comprehension. However, she was the only person who not only complimented my style of writing, she further encouraged me to send my essay to be published on the newspaper. Thanks to her, i managed to publish my essay on newspaper. From then on, my love for writing deepened. Maybe because i was praised, or maybe it was because i loved the sense of accomplishment when my article was successfully published on newspaper, I kept on writing essays. I came out with a topic of my own and started writing narrative essays. I got closer with Miss Tang. I felt this bond with her, that i never had with all my other teachers. I remember going to IKEA with my friend and Miss Tang to choose some furniture for her new house. We also helped out during her house-moving day. We helped to paint and decorate. There was just so much memories during that period of time.

That year, Miss Tang, my friends, some Chinese teachers and i had this gathering at her house. After a meal, i was being called by one of the teachers. She pulled me near to the window and she pointed outside, asking me if i sensed something was wrong. I looked outside, and i replied 'No?'. Then I wanted to turn back and enjoy the desserts served after the meal, but the teacher wouldn't allow. Things got even more epic. The teacher later pulled me out of the house, and kept asking if i sensed anything was wrong. She said she saw smoke coming out from that unit. I looked at the direction her finger was pointing, i was searching hard for that 'unit' she was talking about. I could not find anything and i wanted to go back. So after struggling to get back into the house with my teacher trying to stop me, i got back to the house to see that the lights was dimmed. And i saw my friend carrying a cake and the teachers was singing the birthday song. I was surprised and shocked. This is the first time i had teachers together with my friend celebrating my birthday.

I don't think i can even forget this part of my secondary school life. It was so colourful, so heartwarming, so memorable. I published my essay on the newspaper for the first time. I visited a teacher's house for the first time. I went there as if it was my friend's house. I had teachers celebrating my birthday for the first time. And it all happened in Miss Tang's house. Even though Chinese is no longer a mandatory subject for me to study, i am still trying my best to know this language better. I may be speaking in 'half English half Chinese' style, but i am trying to maintain my standard in essay writing. I know Miss Tang is hoping that we will continue and help to spread this love for Chinese. I will do so and i will remember this Chinese teacher that i once had this strong bond with. Thank you, Miss Tang.

您曾经跟我说过，现在很少年轻人喜欢华文了。您觉得很可惜。我是那些年轻人当中很特别的一个。我相信现在的我或许对这个语言感到有些陌生，但是我永远不会忘记我对它的那一份爱。曾经执着于华文，曾经地一头栽进华文写作，曾经疯狂地阅读华文小说，曾经毫无杂念地写出一篇又一篇的文章。我想谢谢你，因你，我的中学生活留下了那么多自豪的事情。我的青春，很精彩。

A good teacher can inspire hope, ignite the imagination, and instill a love of learning. - Brad Henry