From Rivals To Best Friends, All Due To My Teacher
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When i was in eighth grade, our English teacher used to read out the best and high scoring essay that one student of our class had written in the exams. I always looked forward to that day when the essay would be read. I liked English, it was my only strength. I always hoped and prayed that my essay would be read and i would secure the highest marks. But for two terms, my essay was never read and the only essay that was read was of a boy who sat at the front and was exceptionally quiet and loved playing video games. He didn't even look like the type who could write an essay. And i didn't like it. I never thought that a guy who only talks about and lives for gaming could write so good. He became my rival. So i started working on my essay. I started reading more and took tips and guidance from people.
After the third terminal exams, my essay got read in the class. It was a very monumental day for me. I was very happy that my essay was finally good enough and i scored the highest in English. So was my English teacher and apparently, he was so happy that he decided that me and the boy who was my rival in essay writing should sit together. It came out of nowhere. I still remember that i was trembling when i took my things and sat with him on his desk. It was humiliating; me sitting with him. What had our teacher done? And our teacher's reason was that we write good, it would help us bond. I hated video games, how could i bond with him? The first few days, we didn't talk much. But one day when i had to fill up my pen with ink, i realized that i didn't have the ink pot. And in this time of desperation, i turned to the guy beside me for help who obliged happily. Yes, happily. And with a smile gave me the ink. Which was unexpected because when you're thirteen years old, it's hard to give up your ink pot to a strange student. It was terribly insulting to a guy who even carried a toilet paper roll in his school bag; me. Didn't he hate me for outshining him? Where's his sense of rivalry?
I guess he didn't have any. Because now after nearly five years i look back at that day and realize that what my teacher did was the best he could've done and i wouldn't have asked for better. My rival is still my rival, but he is also my best friend and i now know he is too much more than video games. We have written so many stories and poems together. He has helped me improve not just in my writing, but also with myself and i love him. And for this love, i have my English teacher to thank, who turned two rivals into best friends.
[/caption]When i was in eighth grade, our English teacher used to read out the best and high scoring essay that one student of our class had written in the exams. I always looked forward to that day when the essay would be read. I liked English, it was my only strength. I always hoped and prayed that my essay would be read and i would secure the highest marks. But for two terms, my essay was never read and the only essay that was read was of a boy who sat at the front and was exceptionally quiet and loved playing video games. He didn't even look like the type who could write an essay. And i didn't like it. I never thought that a guy who only talks about and lives for gaming could write so good. He became my rival. So i started working on my essay. I started reading more and took tips and guidance from people.
After the third terminal exams, my essay got read in the class. It was a very monumental day for me. I was very happy that my essay was finally good enough and i scored the highest in English. So was my English teacher and apparently, he was so happy that he decided that me and the boy who was my rival in essay writing should sit together. It came out of nowhere. I still remember that i was trembling when i took my things and sat with him on his desk. It was humiliating; me sitting with him. What had our teacher done? And our teacher's reason was that we write good, it would help us bond. I hated video games, how could i bond with him? The first few days, we didn't talk much. But one day when i had to fill up my pen with ink, i realized that i didn't have the ink pot. And in this time of desperation, i turned to the guy beside me for help who obliged happily. Yes, happily. And with a smile gave me the ink. Which was unexpected because when you're thirteen years old, it's hard to give up your ink pot to a strange student. It was terribly insulting to a guy who even carried a toilet paper roll in his school bag; me. Didn't he hate me for outshining him? Where's his sense of rivalry?
I guess he didn't have any. Because now after nearly five years i look back at that day and realize that what my teacher did was the best he could've done and i wouldn't have asked for better. My rival is still my rival, but he is also my best friend and i now know he is too much more than video games. We have written so many stories and poems together. He has helped me improve not just in my writing, but also with myself and i love him. And for this love, i have my English teacher to thank, who turned two rivals into best friends.