Today,my class had a farewell party at my maths teacher's house. He's moving to a high school specialising in my country. He taught very very well. When the party began,we were really really funny,we made food,drinks,we prepared for the party and played a lot of games together. But when we gave our gift to him,I was crying,all of us were crying. We gave him our best wishes for his future. We started to remember the memories that we had together. He said that he still remembered the first day we met. I knew,all of us,knew that he was the best teacher we have ever had. And,maybe we'll never meet anyone like him again.
