高三英语 unit 17 My teacher

高三英语unit 17  My teacher.

Before annie sullivan came to our house, one or two people had told my mother that I was simple-mined.I can understand why, here was a 7 year old girl, who at the age of 19 months had become deaf and blind.And because I was deaf, I could not learn to speak.Struggling in a world of studies and darkness. I must have appealed to them to be simple.

But this was before annie sullivan came to stay.She was a lively young woman with patience and imagination.A born teacher. She thought she could turn a deaf- blind person into a useful human being.

What a difficult case I must have been to this young teacher. I remember the many times she tried to spare words into my small hand.But neither words nor letters meant anything to me.I thought her finger movements will some kind of game. But at last, on April 5th 1887, she reached my understanding..About a month after her arrival she told me the world water.It happened at the well where I was holding a jar while Annie  pumped.As the water flowed onto my hand, she kept spending water into my other hand with her fingers.Suddenly I understood.！

It was the first joy I had known for years. I reached out to Annie’s hand.She understood I was begging for new words for the name of the things I touched.The words- so full of meaning-- flew from her hand to mine.Those first words were to change my world.

One of the first things Annie did was to teach me how to play.I had not laughed since I became deaf.One day she came into my room laughing happily.Putting my hand on her face. She spelled laugh.Then she touched me lightly on my arm and made me burst into laughter.Next annie took me by the hand and told me how to jump.She then immediately spelled the word, ju MP for me.In a few days, I was learning and enjoying it, like any child.

Through my hands and fingers, I heard the sounds that one hears on a farm,The noise is made by caws ,horses, chickens and pigs.She also brought me into touch with everything that could be felt, soil wood, silk.As I look back upon those years, I am struck by annie's wisdom.Perhaps she understood, because she herself had always had very weak eyes.

Annie was born in a poor family on April, 4^th,1866.Her mother died when she was eight years old.Two years later, her father disappeared never to be heard from again. Annie and her brother will send to a children's home. There the boy died.

Four years later she left the children home and enter an institution for the blind. What she learnt Braille.This is a kind of printing that blind people can read by touching groups of raise the points that are printed on paper.Later an operation helped her to get back part of her side. But she remained at the institution for six years more.There she studied the teaching of deaf blind children.

One day a letter from my father arrived at the school asking for a teacher for me.Any concerned this was just the kind of demanding job she wanted.That is how I need him to be with us.

Annie was among the first to realize that blood people never know the hidden strength until they are treated like normal human beings.She never pitied me.She never praised me. Unless what I did was as good as that of the best of a normal person.And she encouraged me when I made up my mind to go to college

.During my years in school, Annie sat beside me in every class. she spelled out for me the things that the teachers taught, and, because most books were not printed in Braille,She herself read them to me by smiling into my hand what was written in the books.

It took great imagination as well as patience for I need to teach me to speak.Putting both my hands on her face when she spoke. She let me feel all the movement of her lips and throat.Together we repeated and repeated words and sentences.My speech was ill- formed and not pleasant to hear.But I was delighted to be able to see words that my family and a few friends could understand.To annie. I owe thanks for this priceless gift of speech.It has helped me to serve others.

My teachers gifted instruction lived on after her dice.She had believed in me. I must always keep on trying to do my best.She often said,”No matter what happens.,keep on beginning. Each time you fail ,start all over again. You will grow stronger each time until you can do and finish what you started out to do.”who could count the times Annie tried, failed ,and then succeed?What a great teacher!what a great person.!