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When I entered high school, I decided to take Latin (拉丁文) class at school. I was so excited and really expected to learn it well.
However, the Latin class turned out to be not that interesting. Each day, Mr. Keady, the teacher, would ask us to open our books and read aloud the Latin forms of words. This was the way he taught us every day. That was until one afternoon when, once again, we were asked to open our books, and I decided to speak up.
When Mr. Keady asked what was wrong, I explained why I found his class humdrum, how I had expected more, and that his teaching method seemed old-fashioned. When I finished speaking, I expected Mr. Keady to angrily send me to the head teacher.
To my surprise he sat at his desk quietly, looking disappointed and tired. After a moment of silence, Mr. Keady spoke. He quietly said that he would think carefully about what I had said.
In the following weeks, the Latin class didn't become the exciting learning environment I had hoped for, but Mr. Keady did try harder to interest us in his classes.
Maybe some people would praise what I did, but even so many years later, I feel bad about it. If I saw him now, I would tell him how much I regretted what I'd done that day in class. I would also tell him that he taught me a wonderful lesson. Following my unkind words, Mr. Keady showed me that being wounded doesn't mean you have to give away your dignity (尊严), and no one can take it away from you.
