Chapter 7: Those who brought light into the dark
I always had trouble making friends growing up. I never had any issues with teachers. I had always loved my teacher, as they were there for me, but not like high school. In my first year of high school, I was a scared freshman and thought all adults were scary and mean. Well, I found one teacher who was very nice to me. His name was Mr.W he was amazing. We would joke around all the time and ask each other questions I wouldn't usually talk to anyone else about.
He would yell at me at times, but it was mostly because I wasn't doing my work, so it was always my fault. After each semester, I would laugh because I never did work in his class like ever. Although I never did work, I made sure to do the big things so I would pass. A year later and I was officially a sophomore, I went to Mr.W's room and asked him how he was doing, and he said good. I was happy to see him again, but I loved having him as a teacher because he was funny, and he cared about the outcome of my grade. Although I never wanted to find more teachers I like, I found two major teachers I can say they have made a great and powerful impact. One of the teachers out of two teachers that I liked, her name was Mrs. Burzmor.
She was my English teacher when I first started her class. Ass I though,t she was mean. Throughout the time, I found out it was I who was the problem, not her. I went to the PTC (parent-teacher conference) and she said I was talking a lot and not getting my work done. I hadn't thought about it before saying
she was mean, but it was I who wasn't doing what they were supposed to, and she was doing her job. After that night, I became close to her and asked for help when I needed it. Over time, she became the person whom I asked for help even for personal problems. She never told anyone, and she had great advice and helped with accommodations for my health.
She has had a big impact on my life and has helped me continue my life because I can talk it out with her. The last and final teacher I can say that has helped me is Mrs.Laskowski.She was my freshman-year Spanish teacher. She seemed to me like she was mean when I first met her. It wasn't her fault; there was just something about her that made her seem mean. My freshman year, I was scared of her. I wouldn't talk or do anything to make her upset because I was scared. After my sophomore year, I started taking an anxiety pill, which made me better. I also got Mrs. Laskowski as a Spanish two teacher.
I had started talking to her and tried to communicate, and it had helped. After a while, I had problems opening my locker, so she let me keep my things in her classroom. I also had questions about being a teacher because it was a dream I've had; I just needed some pointers. She took the time to explain what came with being a teacher and why she became a teacher. It helped me so much because I needed more insight into the career I wanted to pursue. I also loved going to her class because it was the one thing I would understand. After all, she took the time to explain it and made sure I had help whenever I needed it. I also liked how patient and kind she was. As I have very few people like that, especially teachers. She also helped calm me down whenever I had appointments and was scared, so I'm glad I have all these teachers in my life and that they care about me and the rest of their students.
I always had trouble making friends growing up. I never had any issues with teachers. I had always loved my teacher, as they were there for me, but not like high school. In my first year of high school, I was a scared freshman and thought all adults were scary and mean. Well, I found one teacher who was very nice to me. His name was Mr.W he was amazing. We would joke around all the time and ask each other questions I wouldn't usually talk to anyone else about.
He would yell at me at times, but it was mostly because I wasn't doing my work, so it was always my fault. After each semester, I would laugh because I never did work in his class like ever. Although I never did work, I made sure to do the big things so I would pass. A year later and I was officially a sophomore, I went to Mr.W's room and asked him how he was doing, and he said good. I was happy to see him again, but I loved having him as a teacher because he was funny, and he cared about the outcome of my grade. Although I never wanted to find more teachers I like, I found two major teachers I can say they have made a great and powerful impact. One of the teachers out of two teachers that I liked, her name was Mrs. Burzmor.
She was my English teacher when I first started her class. Ass I though,t she was mean. Throughout the time, I found out it was I who was the problem, not her. I went to the PTC (parent-teacher conference) and she said I was talking a lot and not getting my work done. I hadn't thought about it before saying
she was mean, but it was I who wasn't doing what they were supposed to, and she was doing her job. After that night, I became close to her and asked for help when I needed it. Over time, she became the person whom I asked for help even for personal problems. She never told anyone, and she had great advice and helped with accommodations for my health.
She has had a big impact on my life and has helped me continue my life because I can talk it out with her. The last and final teacher I can say that has helped me is Mrs.Laskowski.She was my freshman-year Spanish teacher. She seemed to me like she was mean when I first met her. It wasn't her fault; there was just something about her that made her seem mean. My freshman year, I was scared of her. I wouldn't talk or do anything to make her upset because I was scared. After my sophomore year, I started taking an anxiety pill, which made me better. I also got Mrs. Laskowski as a Spanish two teacher.
I had started talking to her and tried to communicate, and it had helped. After a while, I had problems opening my locker, so she let me keep my things in her classroom. I also had questions about being a teacher because it was a dream I've had; I just needed some pointers. She took the time to explain what came with being a teacher and why she became a teacher. It helped me so much because I needed more insight into the career I wanted to pursue. I also loved going to her class because it was the one thing I would understand. After all, she took the time to explain it and made sure I had help whenever I needed it. I also liked how patient and kind she was. As I have very few people like that, especially teachers. She also helped calm me down whenever I had appointments and was scared, so I'm glad I have all these teachers in my life and that they care about me and the rest of their students.
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