Natalie essay correction.

"No, you are doing it wrong again, try adding this with that first before multiplying with this."

I glanced at my new tuition teacher, May, with puzzling and worried eyes. We had started on this math question half an hour ago and I still have not grasped the idea of the technique to solve this particular type of question. Luckily, a pair of paitient eyes met mine and I let out a sigh of relief. A few of my previous private teachers had walked out on me because of my inability to learn things quick enough and I was afraid that May might have had enough of me and walk out too. But she did not.

I studied my tutor's face while she attempted to solve the brain-wrecking question I had difficulty with. She was in her fifties and had a hairstyle that I felt was professional: Short black hair with a hint of brownish-red hat reached up to her shoulders while the tips curled towards her face. She also had a few wrinkles on her face and wore a pair of black spectacles. Overall, it gave her a feline upper class look.

"Okay, now try refering to my steps on this question and try to solve the other similiar questions," she said as she disrupted my train of thoughts."

And so I did. I tried and tried until I got the question right.

"YES!" I looked at my teacher with huge elated eyes and started hopping around the table feeling as if I was on cloud nine. My teacher did not joined me into the childishness but I knew that she was plesantly happy as she gave me a proud approving look.

The clouds dispersed when an employee of Macdonalds came to stare at me, signalling me to stop with my nonsense.

I smiled sheepishly at her and went back to my seat. Still grinning like a bobcat, I diligently finished up my work.

"And so, this session ends here. I hope you would still presevere with your work and as I said.."

"Nothing is impossible," I continued the sentence for her. She tucked all her belongings into her dull brown leather bag before leaving the area sophistaically."

I watched as she walked out of the shop and her quote rang inside my head- nothing is impossible. After a few more sessions with her, I was disapointed to say that she could not guide me anymore. She was invited to return to her hometown in America where her children would provide for her, in other words, retirement. Who could resist such an offer made? I doubt that anyone could reject. Thus, she left. For happiness.

Before she left for her flight. She wrote a letter saying only three huge elegant neatly written words- Nothing is impossible.

After she left, my mother asked me if I wanted a new teacher. I firmly said "NO". My dad tried to persuade me to have one by pointing out my previous atrocious results and added that it would affect my overall O'level results this year. I shook my head, " I want to be independant, I want to acheive goals for myself, nothing is impossible!" From that moment onwards, they never asked if I wanted a teacher.

Remembering her words of wisdom, I worked hard for my O'levels, never once having the urge to stop as "Nothing is impossible."

On the day of the examination, I walked into the room with my head sunk low to revise the math and walked out with my head held high, not wondering about how badly I have done but how good I will score.

Then, on the day of the release of the results, I screamed for the second time of my life; my first time was when I scored F9 for my results. Reason: Math- A2. Never would I dreamt about having distinction for my math exams and I clutched the paper while tears of joy streamed down my cheeks as I chanted. "Nothing is impossible.."

If I had not listen to May's advice, I would have become the only black sheep in the family; my siblings were all top-scorers in their classes which would prove to be embarassing and disheartening. And now, I am able to take up the course I like in poly. The advice, I believe, had etched itself strongly into my heart and would help me now and years to come.....