My Tachr My Tachr
Last Friday I fll off my bik. On of my lgs was badly hurt and I had to stay in bd.
That vning, whn I was alon, fling sad, Mrs I.i, my nglish tachr, cam to s m. I was too xcitd to say a word.
"I am vry sorry to har th bad nws, "sh bgan taking a sat by my sid. "You mustn't worry about your lssons. I can hlp you."
"Thank you, tachr. But you ar so busy. What's mor,you ar in poor halth yourslf."
"Nvr mind." With th words, sh took out th txtbook and bgan to xplain th txt.
With hr hlp, I didn't fall bhind in study.
What a good tachr sh is!
