My favorite teacher’s name is Miss Mullins. Miss Mullins taught me Algebra in the seventh and eighth grades. Miss Mullins was an open minded, caring person who seemed to love what she was doing. Miss Mullins was more than a teacher; she was a person you could go to with a problem and she would try and help you find the answer. She would help you, but expected you to put the work into finding out for yourself how to do something. She always came across as someone who cared about every student as if they were her “children”.
If you needed help after
school Miss Mullins always seemed to be there waiting. She never acted as though she were in a hurry to get away from her class. If I can be half the teacher to other students as she was to me I will have accomplished some great things. Miss Mullins was the first teacher I had who let me find the different ways of solving problems. Miss Mullins never degraded or embarrassed anyone; instead she took the time to explain what could have been done differently to correct the problem. I thought for sure she was going to get angry at me for missing parts, instead she told me what a great job I had done by finding a different route to achieve the same outcome. I remember feeling such an overwhelming sense of pride in myself. She never played favorites, we all were her favorites. I have never forgotten her because she made me want to learn. As long as I live I will never forget how special I felt at that moment in Miss Mullins"tm class. I remember handing in some finished homework, but I had not done all of the steps to each of the problems. In her classroom we felt comfortable enough to ask questions which might be considered wrong. She believed in me, but she believed in all of her students. That"tms what Miss Mullins gave to me, pride.