Welcome to the realm of teachers .

This blog is meant to publish EFL posts of my own students . In fact , they write letters to me on a regular basis . It is the lively link that deepens my relationship with them .

jeudi 24 septembre 2009

A pupil's letter to his teacher

   Dear Mrs....................

Hello Mrs. How are you? I hope you're fine .Well , I am writing you this letter to get to know each other . I hope you won't mind .

Alright then, my name is Wadhah . They call me Wadhahou .I'm 15 years old . I've got two sisters .The older one is Ghada and the youngest is Wafa .Both are evil ,especially the first one , she's so selfish .She thinks that she has got the entire world .And , for you to know , this is the first time .I tell you this secret , to a nice person like you Mrs. .... Or should I call you my friend if you don't mind .

Well , I believe that's enough .Let me talk to you about myself a little bit .As you know , I have a lot of activities and hobbies .First , I love surfing on the internet by playing games and making researches ...And you know what ? You convinced me yesterday about the benefits of facebook .So I think I'll take your advice .Second , I enjoy helping my family , relatives and especially the needy people .By donating food , money , medicines , etc..Third , I like practising all types of sports , such as football , handball , triple jump , high jump ,...Also , watching American movies and programmes.

Finally , I want you to know that I have more hobbies and more favourite pastimes .But , I don't wanna you get bored .Even though , I 've got more and more information I want to share with someone special like you Mrs... 

So , I hope you'll like my letter and we'll get closer and closer .

                                                                                    Your pupil 


mardi 1 septembre 2009


There he was sitting next to his grandchildren playing with them .He was at his utmost happiness when he visited his daughter .Though he was living far from his daughter's house , he never forgot to ring at least once a day and listen to the babbles of his grandson . He was clearly very happy to listen to them , his grandson and his granddaughter , more than his own daughter . It seems that her father's love for her passed on stronger and stronger to her own children.
She looked at her own father playing without any sign of fatigue . It's true that his visits are few but whenever he comes to visit them , the dull house changes into a glamorous , lively one .
What a nice shot that one may love that it lasts an eternity . While playing the granddad seemed to wander in a different world , that of memories , sweet memories .This very moment reminded him the days his wife gave birth to his daughter . He had seen in her the secret of his existence . He took care of her , till she entered school , that's when she tried to take care of her own . He was a clerk , and life seemed hard in the capital city with increasing demands from all parts . However , he never complained , never said no , he kept buying the books his daughter needed .He was patient . He was a laborious man , working very hard , an honest , serious man . During his free afternoons , he enjoyed reading . He was a model to follow for her . He was a source of inspiration .
Whenever she saw him that way , she felt inside her a stong impetus for work , for studying hard and harder .
And he , he never forgot to boost her confidence , to encourage her to study more and more .Although she was the youngest girl in her class , she was amongst the most hard - working pupils . She didn't seem sociable , she didn't like to speak about herself , but she was true to her classmates and grateful towards her parents .
It's obvious that her presence in that high school with high social classes ,
put an extra burden on her shoulders . She decided to overcome those hurdles successfully . She made it clear inside her mind that those material differences meant nothing in school life . Though some teachers
seemed to rally next to the headmaster's daughter , especially in the oral marks but nothing lasted . When the headmaster left the school , the playground was empty now for her to excel more and more and get the best oral marks .
All her moral support was him , her father , and thanks to him she is now a teacher ...A teacher who thinks the same way as her father and behaves the same way as him .