How my English Teacher Changed my Life
Every person who has come into my life brought with them a gift. These gifts were not always physical- although I was never one to turn down presents. These gifts were more like lessons I learned through experience with the individuals that came and walked with me through my life. Many taught me friendship; others showed me the ways of love. However, only one person has shown me who I really am, and that person is my underclassman English teacher, Mrs. M. I should begin by saying that she did teach me friendship. From the first day of her class my freshman year when I sat in the front row and she quietly made a joke to me, her easy demeanor and bright smile told me she would be more of a mentor than a teacher. She also taught me love; as I grew as a student as well as a person I went to her for advice that I knew only she could give. It was as though I knew what needed to be done but I needed her to say it to me. With matters of the heart, I listened intently. With matters of the mind, I became frustrated. My elementary school years were spent at a small catholic school where I knew everyone. Our families were all interconnected and we all grew up together as a community.
English had always been my favorite subject and being an only child, I loved to read. I was smart and when I put my mind to it I could succeed. There were so many students and although teachers knew me as an individual they also did not comment when I was falling behind. All those years I thought I had to make up for my years of slacking off have crept up on me. I had always been a good student, and getting low B's and even a C my freshman year was okay with me. I have taught myself how to be organized, how to achieve what I know I can achieve, and most importantly, how to bring out the best in myself, a gift Mrs. Although I was not the smartest in the class I still had potential, and that potential should not go unused. If I did not do my homework or received a bad grade I always had my teachers telling me I needed to do better and work harder. I had to fight to get my place in some of these classes but once I was in there I knew I deserved the spot. She helped me realize that working hard has so many rewards that cannot even begin to be seen. Unfortunately, it took that D to make me realize how selfish I was being. To her, I was a talented girl, full of spunk but not full of drive. Around the middle of my freshman year to when she left the end of my sophomore year, she pushed me. I became discouraged, and for a while, gave up. I was not having any trouble with friends but when it came to doing my schoolwork I could not motivate myself to do better.
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