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O Captain, my Captain, Mrs. Kudronowicz you made my 5th grade all the way up to 8th grade very memorable, and special. I hope we keep making memories and little special moments until it’s time for me to leave this old jail. I loved when you let me clean your salamander tank, although sometimes I got a little ahead of myself and started to splash people with the water in the tank. One reason why I think you became so close to me in a way was because your open minded about anything I would say. Even when I had the wrong answer, you always had a good explanation for what I had said. You were the person who made me be in love with animals. It all started from you. I began to bring in squirrels, snakes, and my dog to your classroom, which made
How does this relate to how you see yourself as a teacher? I appreciated how the teacher was spontaneous in reading to the children. For example, in the story Otis makes a noise putt puff putted chuff and she asked the students to mimic the noise that Otis made. I think that by being spontaneous and being sensitive to the environment and atmosphere learning will be fun and more memorable for the children.
In the past decades, the booming housing market has caused the prices of real estate to dramatically increase causing the issue of homelessness to be on the rise. Many people who do live on the streets, resort to dumpster diving and finding trash to call theirs. In his article: "On Dumpster Diving" Lars Eighner, goes into depth about his experiences while dumpster diving. Eighner found many items in the dumpster that were still edible or somewhat useful. He began diving a year before he became homeless and has continued while he wrote his piece of work (Eighner 673). Eighner enlightens us with many instances of his journey dumpster diving while he was homeless.
The story “Gryphon” by Charles Baxter is about a 4th grade observing and stubborn boy named Tommy who has a really interesting and weird substitute teacher named Ms. Ferenczi. As Tommy says, “savoring the imminent weirdness of the day”(pg.44 l.76-77) because of the weird substitute teacher. In this story, Tommy shows many different ways of how he respects and defends Miss. Ferenczi. Why Tommy defends Miss. Ferenczi is because she added something new and different to his life, something he didn’t know.
After the disappearance of Mrs.Starch, Smoke appeared at school. He was clean and dressed nice, nobody even recognize him after that change. Some kids thought that “It’s got to be an imposter”(p.105). At first he was all bad and he had an thing with fire but now he is a totally different person. Mrs. Starch, a biology teacher was strict and never missed a day of school. She took “care of a baby panther”
“Love” by William Maxwell is a short story that tells the tale of a young elementary school aged boy and his classmates who are in love with their fifth grade teacher, Miss Vera Brown, but the love for their teacher is not exactly the same as her love for her students. The students liked their teacher and saw her as one of the best teachers in the fifth grade. Her fifth grade class was very polite to her and never acted out. They gave Miss Vera Brown plenty of presents like an apple on her desk before class started, flowers, and a movie for her birthday. They liked Miss Vera Brown so much that they wanted to keep her as their teacher throughout their middle and high school years. Until one day she did not return for the rest of the of their fifth grade year causing the students to become worried that something happened to her. During their first year of middle school, two of the students, Benny and the Narrator, rode out to see Miss Vera Brown at the place she was staying. When they arrived at the house, they saw Miss Vera Brown laying on her bed sick and realize...
Flowers reminds of my relationship with my high school business teacher, Mr. Peterkin. We would always talk sports inside of class and outside of class. He always wanted to know my opinion on what was going on in the sport world. He would also help with my other classes. For example, my senior capstone project, he help me get my presentation ready, which was my final. He gave pointers on what I should and shouldn’t do during the presentation. I had to present in front a random panel. My panel was the superintendent of my school district, my current math teacher, and a history teacher. I got a 100 on my presentation. Mr. Peterkin helped made my life easier and fun in and out of his class during the last two years of high school. But I had another teacher, who had a negative impact on me. She was my chemistry teacher. One time I went to her for help and she told me she can’t because she told me that she can only focus on my AP classes after telling the telling my class that she would be willing to help us. I hated her. When we weren’t doing labs, she would lecture the time I almost did not pass her class. I ended up with 65 average for the year. The harm that this teacher did was that I have no interest in taking a science a class again. I overcame this person’s negative attitude by not take another science class again because after barely passing chemistry, I told myself that I will never take a science class
Mrs. Plot, one of the hardest English teachers in Murray County High School, was my teacher that year. She was a very determined and driven teacher that did not tolerate her students to fail her class, even if they were lazy. I had heard horror stories from her former students, but she was nothing like they said she was. She was the only teacher that I have connected with all throughout school. I looked forward to her class every morning because she always made learning fun. Mrs. Plot gave out good advice about English, but she also gave me personal advice and was more of a friend to me. She always knew what to say to me when I had problems. She motivated me to do better with my writing; we went to a journalism class together every week that year. Mrs. Plot deepened my love for reading and writing. Without her, I would not be the kind of student I am today. On every assignment in her class, I got the most feedback and it helped me out a lot. It took me a long time to become a decent writer, but with her help she sped up the process. I put all of my effort in every single paper I have written, especially for her
I wanted to thank Ms. Geary for reminding me how much writing can do for me. It helped me realize that writing isn’t so horrible but it is just hard work. My writing skills have improved due to this class and all Ms. Geary had taught me. She made class fun with her inflections and just the way she says everything, her personality definitely showed through. I looked forward to class but never the homework. Finally after reading over my final drafts of: My Past as a Writer, Problematic Essay and my Exploratory Research Paper I realize that I have dramatically improved my writing skills in every draft thanks to revisions and some positive criticism for Ms. Geary. I think I am now ready to take on the next step in the English world.
I was extra early to class, at lunch I would tell everyone about the books I was reading, and then during recess I would sit and write everything I saw. By the end of the year, I was reading, speaking, and writing English, and I was only getting better. In the summer, I practiced reading, speaking and writing in fear that I’d fall behind, but to my surprise, I worked so hard, I was asked to skip the second grade. My principle told me that my reading and writing levels were so high, I could be taking third-grade classes, but I decided not to. I decided to stay in second grade and work even harder so I could keep improving and I definitely have, but aside from helping me get better at writing, Mrs. Bogan has really influenced what I
This class has been a reaffirmation of my wife’s and my amazing ability to effectively communicate with each other in our interpersonal relationship. As noted in my previous essays and journals, I really have enjoyed every chapter of the text and learned something new during each assignment throughout the course.
Now I would like to take the time to thank everyone who has helped me get this far. First of all, thank you to all the teachers. None of us would be here without you always pushing our academic abilities to the fullest. Jessica Parker a.k.a. my partner in crime as Mr. Tri would refer to us. You made everyday coming to school worthwhile. Hillary Laswell, who would leave third period to go steal flowers from horticulture and give them to Mrs. Granillo with me. My brother Jeramie who always said, "If anyone is mean to you, I'll take care of it." My Mom, thank you for always believing in me and putting up with me when I was a real jerk.
Looking back from this past year to my earlier school days, one of the teachers that boldly stands out in my memory is Mrs. Miner. No one else has named me as her daughter, Joanie Miller. While at Grace Academy, art class at the end of the day with Mrs. Frisk still makes my sides ache from giggling. During the days when there were no art classes, Mr. Peterson’s enthusiasm for hockey brightened the gymnasium, as he and my father practiced rapid-fire slapshots on some unsuspecting ninth grader. But, through all the memories, I was trying to think of one characteristic of teachers that has shown through the many years. I thought about their dedication, patience and guidance but decided that these wouldn’t do.
Being a student in Mrs. Wroblewski’s classroom always made me feel safe. Whenever something was bothering me, I knew I could talk to her in order to work things out. I knew that if I told her, she would actually do something about it. I still remember when I was sick on the second day of seventh grade and when I came back the next day sh...
Bonnie the secretary introduced me to my new teacher. As Mrs. Bonnie was leaving the room, my new teacher Mrs. Evaheart introduced me to the class. As I stared at the class I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. I wanted to go back to my old school where I had friends, knew almost everyone, a place where I didn’t feel lonesome, a place anywhere but here. As I saw each and every one of my new classmates faces the utter dread that I felt slowly began to fade as I saw a familiar face. Seeing one of my former friends give me a renewed hope that maybe being in this school won’t be so bad after
Remember those times back in fourth grade when your report card may have seemed stressful where you lived quite happily and didn’t have too many cares. I especially remember my teacher. Mr. Raveneau is his name and he is my favorite teacher. He had plenty of good qualities. He was intelligent, kind, funny and successful at teaching all of us no matter what pace we needed to learn the topic. However, what do I believe made him a successful teacher in my eyes? It was his ability to connect with each and every one of us and make us feel like his own child. When we disappointed him, we felt guilty. When we made him proud, it was the best feeling in the world because we felt we did our best and succeeded. He was like a father and instilled not only book skills, but life skills with us. Personally, I remember an instance to which I learned in the 3 years I had him what made him one of the best