Last Monday, I met (in bank) Professor Gatti, my English teacher in high school. Curiously, in spite of Turin is a small town, and despite several meetings other professors, I had never met her, which in practice is that made me love English, and consequently all the other languages.
remember the severity of her (in the task of grammar rained 3 and also 2), but above all the passion with which he told us literature (I still remember the ending of "Jane Eyre" told through tears). I sensed in her a fearful culture, but not what we do on books, or at least not only that. We told anecdotes of contemporary history, too recent to study them in school, too old because we remember them, we talked about the English Civil War and the various royal weddings (but only those of love), and many other things .. .
Many did not love her, but I do. He showed me the English as a sort of puzzles to decipher, and this is still the spirit in which work every day.
remember the severity of her (in the task of grammar rained 3 and also 2), but above all the passion with which he told us literature (I still remember the ending of "Jane Eyre" told through tears). I sensed in her a fearful culture, but not what we do on books, or at least not only that. We told anecdotes of contemporary history, too recent to study them in school, too old because we remember them, we talked about the English Civil War and the various royal weddings (but only those of love), and many other things .. .
Many did not love her, but I do. He showed me the English as a sort of puzzles to decipher, and this is still the spirit in which work every day.
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