In a populous city like Dhaka a street accident is a daily incident. But last afternoon I saw is accident which really shocked me much. There was a good number of traffic on the road. I was on my way home from school and looking for a chance to cross the Sadarghat crossing. A young boy was to cross the road. He suddenly stepped on the street and a bus running at a high speed from Patuatuly ran over him. The driver tried earnestly to stop the bus but failed. I along with other people ran to the spot at once and saw that the boy was smashed. The traffic police arrested the bus driver. Soon an ambulance came and took away the dead body of the boy.
A teacher is an architect of a nation. Mijan is my favorite teacher. He is 30 years old. He is my English teacher. He in an M.A.Ed. he possesses some special qualities. He holds the attention and interest of the students. He is a clear speaker with good, strong, pleasing voice which is under his control. He makes lessons interesting to the student. He makes the student spell bound in the class. He discovers the treasure hidden inside the students. His methods of teaching are easy and lucid. Can make any grammatical problem easy. If any student fails to understand any grammatical problem he then and there helps the student to understand it. No student likes to miss his class. He is regular and punctual to his duties. So he is respected by all the student of our school. Other teachers also like him. For all his qualities he is my favorite teacher.