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Hi
starting from where I left off yesterday.
I remember particulary one teacher, a BhD holder, who taught me in my third year in college.
She was a fresh comer to our college back then.
On her first day in our class she made a point of declaring to everyone that she had just come from the
States;i.e, USA.
After each two sentences she would remind us again of this fact, in case we had forgot.
She would say:”The other day when I was in the States I went to so and so.” or “In the states I read a book.”
Maybe she would say:”In the States I would sleep or eat or ………..”
Oh, come on. Stop it.
Any way, after giving her introduction and declaring the great fact that she had come from the States.
She asked us to write some essays to get an idea about our level and how good we were at writing.
Needless to say that I was very excited.
It was my opportunity to shine.
I wrote a very beautiful essay and gave it in very proudly waiting eagerly for the praises she would shower
me with.
A week later, she gave us back our essays.
As she was passing them, I could hear my heart throbbing loudly.
I guess my body system was getting ready to some praises from X-large size.
The list of names almost finished and I didn’t hear my name.
She must be saving me to the last for the big praise.
At last, she called out my name.
My heart almost skipped a beat and a big smile must have found its way to my face.
“Who is Eman?”
Ït’s me”
“I need you in my office.”
“O.K.”
Surely I would go. Who could miss all that attention?
I must’ve impressed her so much she wanted to share some private talk with me.
How lucky am I?
So there I went.
Along with me were my hopes and best expectations.
She was sharing her office with other teachers.
What a great opportunity to brag about my talents in front of everyone 
.
Now the other teachers will see for themseves how a talented student I am.
I entered her office flashing on of my biggest smiles.
But oh
She didn’t smile back.
Instead, she handed me my essay.
Well she might be that type of people who prefer to write their impressions.
I mean she might be a shy person.
However
There on the far left top she had written………..
What do you think?
Fantastic?
Nope.
Brilliant?
Nope.
You are going to a have a great future as a writer?
Nope again.
These longed-for comments were only written in my imagination.
My supposed to be open-mindeded teacher had written on top of my essay
Depend on yourself!
Oh no no!
Is this the long awaited response?
Where are the praises I had been waiting for?
For more than five minutes I was convincing her that it was me who had written that article and that I hadn’t copied it as she was insiting from a newspaper.
