"About five years ago, I had the chance to attend Ms Lutti’s Phonetic class when I was doing the first year of the teacher’s training school. Those were difficult times as I would get up at 4 in the morning and I would travel for an hour to arrive on time everyday. I wanted to be an English teacher; therefore, my whole life was devoted to studying as much as I could.
Every class, Ms Lutti would take the roll and ask some questions about the previous lessons, holding a piece of paper in which our names were clearly written. Needleless to say, her questions were the worst students’ nightmare; nobody was knowledgeable enough to provide good answers. Despite the fact that I was afraid of her classes, I knew that I would learn more than Phonetics; her classes were a life’s lesson."
"About five years ago, I had the chance to attend Ms Lutti’s Phonetic class when I was doing the first year of the teacher’s training school. Those were difficult times as I would get up at 4(four) in the morning and I would travel for an hour to arrive on time everyday. I wanted to be an English teacher; therefore, my whole life was devoted to studying as much as I could.
EveryDuring class, Ms Lutti would take the roll (attendance) and ask some questions about the previous lessons, holding a piece of paper in (on) which our names were clearly written. Needleless(Needless) to say, her questions were the worst students’ nightmare (student's worse nightmare); nobody was knowledgeable enough to provide good answers. Despite the fact that I was afraid of her classes, I knew that I would learn more than Phonetics; her classes werealife’s lesson(lessons or lessons about life)."