LEARNING DIFFERENT LANGUAGE
I know everybody will have his own good or bad memory in his life. Reading the scrawling words which showed on TV tonight made my recall the time when I was in high school. I don’t know I should say that it was a horrible or a wonderful time when I took a Cambodian class. Frankly, it was the hardest thing that I have had in my life. I was so young to learn different language, but it was part of the school regulation. For example, the school I went was Cambodian school, which obligatory to read and write Cambodia. It was going to face so many different things from the school. My first class was a literature class and there were so many students in there. I took a seat in the back of the class afterward the teacher started to explain course syllabus. Then she told us to write down what she wrote on the board. However, I did not understand what she said. I asked a girl who sat next to me for help, but she pretended not to hear my appeal. I try to copy all things on the board, even though I did not know what they meant. After class, the teacher passed out an assignment which was due on the next day when we come to class. I came back home and looked up my homework and try to figure out. Unfortunately, I could not get it done.
I came to class on the next day with nervousness in my mind. It did not my expectation: the teacher wanted me to show her my paper. I had to frankly tell her that I did not know how to write this language and that was why I could not finish my homework. Always new things made me nervous. Yet, the teacher seemed to be patient with my status. She told me to come to her office after class to talk about my problem. And she finally gave me an option: I would stay with her every time when the class time was done so that she would take 30 minutes to help me how to read and write Arabic. End of semester, we got a final. Now, I started to write down whatever came out from my mind and I felt good with something I wrote that fit the topic she gave us. I felt pleased with myself when I received a positive feedback from my teacher. In addition, this achievement made me conceive what I could do for my life because I did my best to achieve my ambition of learning different language. Now, these scribble words ran on TV in front of me, keep going on to end of the news seemed to lead me back to my school where there was a sympathetic teacher, but I am not sure if she is still there or not. It was a wonderful time and great memory that I would never forget in my life.