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The beads of rain dripping from the flowers giving a reminiscence of good-old school days back when life was full of simplicity. Though, there weren't many good teachers. The ten strokes caned by the teacher was the most severe thing I've ever experienced but there was only one teacher who I admire the most: My Biology teacher.

She had locks of sable-black hair and they surged over her shoulders. Her alluring, galaxy-blue eyes were pond round. She had got plummy, plump and suede soft lips, magnificent of all kinds. The genteel persona she had, would draw me more attention in her lesson. She had a syrup sweet voice and her hair flashed in the sun, which I adored. Her energy dedicated on teaching was worth more than pride and prestige.

Her teaching strategies were sublime that never made me die of boredom. Every minutes of her lesson was full of laughs and joy which gave me a thrill. The vastness of her biology knowledge and the way she kept us engaged in her lesson was brilliant!

It wasn't just knowledge that she gave us, it was empathy and dedication. I was all grateful to her for what she had given me. She was the only teacher that made me fall in love with Biology.