My second-grade French teacher ruined my first experience learning a new language.At first we were only expected to master simple phrases such as Hello!,How are you? and What is your name?.But soon after we had to memorize poems and songs.This may sound like fun and games,but our teacher was like a drill sergeant.

 

　　As the term went on,her expectations grew more and more unreasonable.Each afternoon she lined us up at the top of the staircase to sayaurevoir.The three-o'clock bell rang and we still stood there.We had to perfect our accents and strain our little voices to please her.One of us usually burst into tears out of fear or frustration at her criticisms.

 

　　Because of these horrible experiences,I forget my early French.However,I will never forgive or forget my second-grade teacher.