Writing blog 9

My English Teachers
In my life, a person who pushed me out of the seashore was my English teacher, but a person who gave me a piece of wood to rescue me was also my English teacher.
Pusher
In high school, English was one of my favorite subjects. I was enthusiastic in studying it. Suddenly, he appeared. He was my English teacher. He was very short. He had a strict feudal face. When he came to my class, the atmosphere in my class became quiet. My classmates and I looked like turtles tucking our bodies and trying breathless. I even could hear the sounds which radiated from loathe flyers flying in front of me. I could hear my friend breathing heavy breaths. His classes became our hell.
I was noticed in a terrible day. That day, we did a test. In the middle of class, he was holding a big wooden ruler. He played a role as a guard. His eyes quickly moved around the class. Suddenly, his eyes stopped at my seat. I smiled at him. As a career habit, he suspected me. He approached me. He checked my notebook. A mini old English test dropped. Immediately, he stopped me from writing the test. He thought that I was cheating. I cried a lot. He didn’t believe. From then on, I became a “special” student in his eyes. He gave me also “special” tests which differed and were harder than others. I “swam” in the beach of his tricky questions.
Rescuer
Learning English was not easy. At the first time, I looked like a baby learning how to speak. When the presentations came, I was worried a lot. One day, my English teacher gave me a paper which showed my marks. My face changed into pale. I actually feared if I failed the course. I would have no chance to go to university. However, my rescuer appeared. My rescuer was my English teacher. She asked me to go to her office to help me. Every week, I studied with her. Her eyes became brighter if I spoke correctly. Her enthusiasm aided me have a motivation and strengthen. I determined that I would not make her disappointed.
Final exam came. Getting out of the class, I thought that I failed. I went to the computer lab. I had sat there for many hours. I did nothing. What would have happened to me if I had failed? How could I stand in front of her and smile? A bunch of questions obsessed me. The later days, I received her email. I had passed. That was actually my warmest day.