A20:38
I remember my math teacher.
Lembro da minha professora de matemática.
Her name was Ms. Costa.
O nome dela era professora Costa.
She looked at me one day.
Ela olhou para mim um dia.
I was bad at numbers.
Eu era ruim com números.
She said I had a good mind.
Ela disse que eu tinha uma boa mente.
I did not believe her.
Eu não acreditei nela.
But she kept saying it.
Mas ela continuou dizendo isso.
She gave me extra problems.
Ela me dava problemas extras.
She waited for my answers.
Ela esperava pelas minhas respostas.
Slowly I started to try.
Devagar eu comecei a tentar.
I passed that class.
Passei naquela matéria.
Her belief stayed with me.
A crença dela ficou comigo.
The teacher who saw something in me
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