A School Teacher

When i was in highschool, i meet Teacher Iván. I don´t remeber his last name (is Cárcamo, i looked up for it), but i can remember how love he put in his class.

 In second grade of highschool, he introduced him self as us math teacher. In first time, the thing called my attention it was he looked so much like a uncle i have. Now thats make me laugh, but in then it was kinda wierd.

He was a serious teacher. we could made jokes, but with caerfull, because he dont accepted any fault of disrespect or too much noises. It was really great, because my class was quite annoying at the time. But even with the screams and the angry faces, it was a respected teacher. I respected him for the course he made about teachs better and how make more interactive clasess, because he loves teach and maths. 

I really love the way he teachs, because i could understand him and still have the wish to listen him. And that was great, because he also it was my teacher of Physics.

He gave me an example of do more of want i want to do.

The last time i see him it was last year, when i came out of the school. But my sister have clasess with him, so it was not so sad, ´cause actually i hear about him every month.

Part of my school.