I knew that my story with Tibetan students had already begun from the first day when I walked into Beijing Tibet High School.

I teach two classes , and I love the pure eyes and positive attitude of those tibetab kids, which always makes me happy.

A girl with big eyes in the front rows caught my attention. She always sat there and listened to me very carefully. Nevertheless, she didn’t earn good marks in the first monthly test. I asked all my students to hand in study summary reports so that I could read hers and get what was going on with her.

"Mrs. Dou," She said in the report, "finally I can speak my mind to you. My last math teacher often punished me in class, and as a result, I would always get nervous once I am learning math…… "

Then I learnt that she was from a remote area of Tibet where the teaching level lagged far behind that of most inland schools. Some of her teachers even used physical punishment to force students to study. From then on, learning math had casted a shadow on the heart of those students. They didn’t want to talk to teachers, and they don’t believe in themselves.

Therefore, I wrote a letter long enough to encourage her to look math as a happy thing. And I hope to be a friend of her.

She became even more industrious in learning. Once when I explained to these Tibetan students a pretty tough question in math and asked if they understood me or not, some of them stared at the blackboard, some of them were taking notes while others tightened their eyebrows, trying to figure out this question, but she muttered to herself something.