Extra Help
I can still close my eyes and see an image of my sixth grade teacher, Ms. Buhl. She taught language arts and social studies. I didn't pay much attention in either of those two classes, and my grades reflected it. She had tried to help my grades and the grades of some of my friends by giving us extra help. We had always rejected her help but she continued to try to help us. I remember on incident clearly. My friend and I were walking home. We had extra help that day, but we decided to skip it. We could heard our names being called behind us but we just figured it was just our imagination. We thought it was just some kids yelling to each other behind us, so we ignored it. As we walked further the voice got closer. We began to recognize it but didn't really believe it. It was our Ms. Buhl. At t
I realized that she wasn't trying to be mean, she was trying to be the opposite. It was then that I realized how hard Ms. I looked back on how I was treating her, and how through it all she stuck with me and continued to help. At the beginning of the year we had gone every day and when we missed it we told the truth, we had forgotten. Before I thought that extra help was just a drag, but I now understand how much Ms. We had been so selfish in the way we were acting, but she still tried so hard, not only to keep our grades up, but just to get us to extra help. The next day she had a private conversation with us. With the same bossy tone she always seemed to have she just gave us more extra help. Then we again lied to her and said we hadn't heard her. She wanted to know why we missed extra help. At the end of the year, though, we began to grow tired of going and so we began to lie.
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