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I studied the art. In it I felt Mrs. Morgan’s teachings re-unfold in my life, the sense of self-belief germinating in me. Her inspiring tutorials, everlasting in my mind, were reborn in my experiences. Her subtle encouragements made me take a paint and brush. I stared again at the painting. Her words “keep on bettering yourself, your work” floated back to my ears. Mrs. Morgan was a great teacher, she helped horn my skills as a painter. Skills she taught me have not been lost. She is the cause of my determination to achieve. What else can a teacher achieve other than impart and develop skills in a learner? I feel proud of Mrs. Morgan.

My first story begining with first gift from my father.It means a late to me because my father is not coming a lot to my country,Saudi Arabia. My father was studing PDH in teaxes so he was outside his country about six years.When I look at the cleanness of the painting, and I remember Mrs. Morgan teaching tidiness in everything, not just in painting. In all of these Mrs. Morgan still remains my favorite. Mrs. Morgan, she made me organize and plan my work. Planning was the best gift of the teachings she delivered to me. Just like in the painting, the brush strokes were carefully applied, organized to perfection in the process of creating the painting. The objects in the picture were balanced, organized and well arranged. Who else but a great teacher could help me organize the subjects in my painting so well? Everything was orderly, and I remembered Mrs. Morgan scolding me for smudging paint in my other paintings. I learnt to be orderly under her tutelage.

At times she would just take a brush and comb my hair. She was strict on personal hygiene, and with time my appearance changed. She would punish me for being untidy, and asked me to observe her cleanliness and learn from her. This is also the cleanliness in the painting that bears witness to her instructions on hygiene. My painting is clean and tidy. She was caring, and easily won my confidence and my trust. With time I ended confiding in her, and she would converse with me, making me learn to make my life neat clean and happy. She would praise me for doing something well. She built confidence in my own abilities increase. I started feeling I had the capacity to do what I set out to. For self-efficacy, she is the one who opened the doors for me. The best lesson she gave me, was to belief in my abilities.

Mrs.Morgan from Organ. She came here to central to teach us the arts in CWU. Mrs.Morgan has two degrees art and space science.Here I was staring at the marvel Mrs. Morgan had made me create. The simplicity of my artistic work justifying she opened a door, a door to which my forgotten talent. She taught me how to be a painter and express myself through pieces of art. The feelings of exhilaration were being played through the windmills of time, from one childhood jubilation, to one of nostalgic satisfaction.

In this painting, I was not alone. I was talking to Mrs. Morgan, responding to her request I make use of my powerful observation and creative imagination to immortalize an idea, an image I could easily discard. Yes, she taught me the art of observation. That is Mrs. Morgan, my beloved real teacher. She taught me not to confine my ideas but expand my ability to transform ideas into material artifacts, an embodiment of our lived experience, and a simple way of creating tangible objects from abstract ideas.

Mrs morgan reduced herself to my level, the level of a child, and she gave me the task of painting. She then taught me the value of cooperating with others, because by cooperating with her, I painted the painting before me. She taught me the elements of a good teacher too, in the role-play of acting like a teacher in her class. I started expressing myself, my ideas. I expressed my ideas now are immortalized in the painting.

Yet, we were not alone. Mrs. Morgan, the painting and I were no longer alone as was the time the painting came into creation. The real teacher motivated me to put paint onto canvass. The discovery of talent was no longer a private affair, in the room. The girl had joined me, and she caressed the painting and said to me “It has a powerful voice of self-discovery, of someone catching his visions and actualizing his ambitions. It tells of achievements, after so long a time of waiting had elapsed.”

“Yes, it is because she was a great teacher, Mrs. Morgan’s encouragement I take painting showed me self-discovery only comes when others help you achieve it positively.”

The girl , kim my classmate. We have a lot of exsperince together in art class.At first time , when I ooked at her I liked her hair. Kim looked me straight in the eye and said another statement, “This picture tells me she taught you to overcome your childhood struggles, and you seem not to have like what people said about you. You hated the truth about yourself, didn’t you?” Before I replied, she interrupted “But time has made you realize despite the bad truths, you have some good elements about you that you never realized. Your smile beckons I’m correct, I’m I not?” I simply nodded in affirmation and she smiled too. Mrs. Morgan taught me to appreciate myself. And the picture about the girl, kim the frist love in amercia when I come here. Kim was so beautiful in that picture and the truth.

Mrs. Morgan was a great effective teacher. She taught me to have ambitions, and instilled in me the value of hardwork. She taught me to be resilient, patient and focused to my goals, to my dreams.