My French professor. I don't even know her well yet and she's stolen my heart.
Talking about numbers, être, and avoir to emphasize the importance that we commit them to memory:
"They are not going to go away. They are going to keep growing and growing-- like moss."
As she makes a graceful and dramatic motion with her hands of a water plant growing across a rock that lies in a fairy-land stream in the middle of my imagination.
She has a romantic way of explaining things, and a way of teaching that resonates so deeply with me. The lessons always makes me think... but not just about grammar and etymology. She is definitely the kind of person who says just one thing and it leads you on a train of thought that takes you to a philosophical dream-world or something.... I don't know if my peers can attest likewise... it might be just me.... or that we're speaking French. I heard the language has that effect on people.
I think when I asked God for a good teacher, he knew... and fulfilled it better than I could've asked.
I haven't had many teachers in my life, but she is--by far-- my favorite.
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