MY MATH TEACHER

I never liked numbers, if at all I managed to play with it I never won the match. My math teacher in 8^th grade made me feel that math was fun. She looked gorgeous. I always admired her eyes; to me it looked like the eyes of a goddess. She dressed up elegantly and spoke with a husky voice. She was good at her humor and her corrections were hard to digest. I loved her attitude and passion for Mathematics. She was adorable every time she taught us a new theorem. My math teacher had more to teach. She taught us about a woman’s attitude. She made us strong in our thoughts and ideas. I fell in love with her, and so I had no option but to do work out my problems and get the best solution. I realized that I loved geometry more than algebra. I loved theorems and formulas. She made it so interesting that I used to solve problems using various theorems in my dreams. Pythagoras theorem was indeed simple and so was the equation of my life. I applied mathematics in my life and created formulas that made me successful in everything I did. To cut the long story short, my math teacher with her attitude taught me life in the class of mathematics. It really doesn’t matter what you do in life, it is all about how you do it.