My english teacher, Mrs Catherine Yeo. I can safely say, best teacher ever for me. She's thought me for 3 years already. Sadly, she isn't now..Teaching sec1's...Sigh..They should get the more experienced teachers to teach us seniors instead!! Why is she the best? Last year, out of thousands of nominees, she was the one. The one to win the "Caring Teacher Award". I really think she deserved it. She's been teaching for like nearly 35+ years!! One of the more motivational things which I hope people were to follow is that she lives according to the Optimist Creed.

To be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind.
To talk health, happiness and prosperity to every person you meet.
To make all your friends feel that there is something in them.
To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true.
To think of olny the best, to work olny for the best and to expect olny the best.
To be just as enthusiastic about success of others as you are about your own.
To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievments of the future.
To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living creature you meet a smile.
To give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticise others.
To be too large to worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.

Such words..I'll always remember you Mrs Yeo. Thanks for teaching me for this past years and tolerating me. Enough said. I'll end this with a poem.
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Mother?

I am just but a hatchling.
However, you were the one who natured me.
Natured me so that I could spread my wings.
And fly away from the comfort of this nest.

You thought me the hardships of the cold world.
You thought me essential things needed to survive
in this harsh and competitive world.

Whenever I have any problems,
I would always know that
I could count on you.
Knowing that you will be all ears.

You would scold me when I'm wrong.
Praise me when I'm improving
but never making me be ahead of myself.

3 years passed fleetingly.
You've thought me all you can.
You gave me the push without me knowing.
Not realizing that you were not there any more.
To support me.
To teach me.

I found out that, I could soar.
I could raise my head up high
and touch the clouds.

But no matter what,
I would glance back to that nest.
To see her teaching others.

I would go back to the comfort of that nest
and ask,

"Mother?"
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Actually cried..Haha..Sorry guys. Too emotional for me. Thanks for reading anyways.
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