Personal Narrative: My First Grade

15 years have passed since I was in first grade and I remember this teacher and if I recall correctly her name was Miss. Caroline, and she used to go on and on about me learning how to read with my father. You know you would she would be pleased or at least somewhat content that a first grader reads the way I used to, but on the contrary I guess she wasn’t. To be completely honest I was thinking of this the other day and today 15 years exactly on the same day of my first grade graduation I run into her (Miss. Caroline). I was in my car and the simple fact that I drove through a new Mc. Donald’s just to taste how their caramel ice coffee was like, and to see her at the window giving me my coffee was something astonishing for me to see. As I reached for my coffee I was thinking on what to say to her, and the total opposite happened, she said it’s nice to meet again Jean Louise, how have you been? All i could say or that came out of my mouth was ok. She responded with I’m about to go on my break perhaps we could have a coffee together.

When we sat down and spoke about all of this I understood her but for some reason she had changed her mind in the past years. She apologized for ever making me feel the way I did she understood that she had to be supportive of me because she didn’t even know what I was going through because of that talent. To me it was a talent, because it got me very far but I also consider it to be a curse because every time I stood in front of the class and everybody looked at me weird no one ever understood me, I was always judged, and miss. Caroline helped it be that