Essay on How to Annoy Your Teacher

My heart pounded as my feet slammed along the beaten path in the woods. When I was certain I had gained enough ground, I dove under a bush. I began to crawl from the path, the branches tugging on my hair. I smiled as flowers danced across my face.

Almost every student eagerly waits for the lunch bell. It means that it's time to take a break, time to indulge, time to talk to your friends. But with all of this excitement and commotion happening all at once, no one stops and take the time to look around and observe the overlooked parts of the lunch room. When observing my sixth period surroundings, I finally noticed how unoriginal and oberly disorderly the things and people around me really are. The pandemonium begins before you even enter the cafeteria. Loud girls shriek with laughter while rambunctious boy toss around some sort of food that evidently always finds its way on to the floor. Does anybody clean it up? Nope. Not a single soul will think twice about stepping over that

With “rat droppings being recorded in the bins and drawers of the high school’s kitchen,” I think it’s safe to say that my high school has never had this bad of a problem in the school’s cafeteria. With that being said, we have had some negative situations with our lunchroom. The biggest problem we had was in my 10th grade year when we had our modified block schedule and some of the lunch classes fit in the time frame of our school’s bell schedule. This caused for some kids not getting to eat or being tardy for their next class.

Though it will be similar to what we are doing. I think we can change a few little things to help this transition run more smoothly. I will begin by asking the students to think about our lunch line up routine. I would ask them for input about which parts of it go well and which parts are challenging for them. I’m pretty sure the kids would say that they really like being leaders who get to excuse their friends. I think they would also say that they like going to lunch and this routine gets us there. If no one mentions it I would ask the kids if they have ever had trouble getting their lunch cards when everyone is lined up in front of the door. I would also ask them if they have ever had a hard time hearing who is being excused or if they would like it if we could get to lunch just a little bit sooner. I would tell the kids that I have a few ideas and that with their help we could get a little faster and still have fun. I would tell the kids that we are going to make criteria card so that when the excusers are having a hard time thinking of something they could just pull a card and read it. I would invite each student to make one and we would put them in a deck and have them on the table when the classroom assistants are excusing. Next, I would have the kids get in line and ask them if they think there is somewhere else they could line up so each student could get to the lunch cards easier. Someone will likely say that if we moved our line, three feet to the left, along the desks, kids could get to their lunches and lunch cards without having to navigate their way through the kids who are already in line. Finally, I would suggest that the only people who talk during this activity are the classroom assistants. They are like teacher when they have this role and when the teacher is speaking students need to raise their hands to get a turn to speak. So, in this case if students are talking or being

The next day, as promised, she handed out a short pop quiz. It was not as challenging as she tried to make it sound. It presented only five multiple choice questions on it. Once we finished our quizzes, she told us to read the next chapter silently. Once I finished my quiz at the speed of light, I decided to finish other homework, since I preferred to read at home anyway. So while the rest of my class was reading, I worked on homework. Thirty minutes later, I completely finished all of my other assignments, so I decided to start reading the chapter. After nearly two paragraphs in, my teacher interrupted the class to see if everyone finished reading the chapter. Unknown to me, the chapter was fairly short and everyone, but me, finished it. Raising my hand slowly, I told her that I had not finished reading. Everyone in my class turned around and stared at me. The teacher asked me how far I was in the chapter and how much time I needed to

The tickling sensation of heat bathing his face forced him to slowly open his eyes. The sun’s golden rays stunned him blurring his vision as he quickly turned away. As his eyes adjusted, he was surprised to find the absence of his father. His heart started to pound and all the confidence and security that he had built up melted in the space of a few seconds. He jumped up flinging his sleeping bag on to the ground and looked around taking note of his surroundings. To him, it felt as if the trees were suddenly sent out to attack him like stealthy assassins gaining on him as they moved side to side from the winds steady breeze. The faint noise of bugs and animals chattering sounded like the grunt of a predator before it hunts its prey. A colossal cloud

She took a quick look around the last turn before the main street that led to the school. She noticed several boys and girls in the alleyways on both sides of the narrow street. It looked as if every class at her school, several young ladies and even her teacher waited for her in ambush. She ducked back before they could see her, hiked up her dress, and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her in the opposite direction of the angry mob. She didn’t stop until she had found the forest path that she needed and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard no one in pursuit. The forest surroundings felt different for some reason and it frightened her. It had a forbidding feel to it this dawn like she had never felt in the past.

The sky is terse as if it were painted cobalt blue, a hymn to life. I'm walking with uncertain steps to the TLC, wrapped in a woolen cloak like a witch fallen victim of her own spell. It's one of those days; a tiny homunculus of the caves, survived the ice age, is relentlessly punching my right eardrum. The view is blurred, and I can barely walk straight and conceal the anguish that overwhelms my reason whenever the damn caveman gets out of bed on the wrong side.

When I arrived in the office, the principal was red in the face, her lips in a rigid line, and my parents were on the verge of

Have you ever been in a situation where you wondered why people are so rude and why does it seem like being rude is accepted? I encounter a rude person at least 1-2 times a day. Growing up with a family that teaches respect, I would’ve thought that everyone was the same, but as I got older I realized most of these people were not raised with knowing how to respect people. I agree that rudeness is on the rise. More importantly because of what I grew up knowing and what I saw is a big difference to how it is now without generation.

Suddenly, there was a hush in the room. The teacher had asked someone a question! I tried to seem casual as I glanced up to see if I was the unlucky person who had been called upon. My heart jumped and then I realized that the teacher was looking at the person to my right, waiting expectantly for an answer. I stared at the girl also, as if I was truly interested in whatever ramblings might come out of her mouth about the dead general and his battle. I felt my face grow warm with a slight blush as I became embarrassed for her and her inability to answer the question. She must have been paying as much attention to the lecture as I had been. Finally, she was able to formulate a less than mediocre answer that satisfied the monotone voice at the front of the room and the lecture resumed. Another glance back at the girl and I saw the cell phone palmed in her left hand down by her side. She had been text-messaging someone instead of paying attention!

I gazed up at the mountain now drenched in light red and squinted, trying to keep my eyes open, as the bright sharp light burnt into my eyes. Struggling to keep my eyes open, I finally closed them unable to the pain any longer; I wiped my watery eyes and thought where Samneric’s fire was? There was a rumble inside me, and I looked hopefully at the jungle wondering if I could find Samneric’s fire as well as something to eat. In the morning light the jungle seemed like an old and tattered rug chewed to bits by moths, yet despite this the jungle and the whole island was beautiful shining in the sun’s warmth. I kept on walking as the jungle beckoned me calling me with its beauty. As I passed between the trees, the canopy overhead plunged me into velvet darkness. The only source of light was from the small gaps in the shell of overlapping leaves, where the sun glistened through. Moss and lichen covered the ground in abundance, thriving in this humid atmosphere, and feeding on the eerie green light that managed to penetrate through the ceiling of emerald leaves. The strange green shade and the various knotted pillars made it impossible to see for great distances or to walk about freely.

The sunless sky covered the woods over the treetops which created a canopy over my head. The crimson and auburn foliage was a magnificent sight, as this was the season known as Fall. There was a gentle breeze, creating the single sound of rustling leaves. The leaves appeared as though they were dying to fall out of the tree and join their companions on the forest floor. Together with pine needles and other flora the leaves formed a thick springy carpet for me to walk upon.

The grass was soft and green, reserved for those who wanted to lie down or sit. A sweet aroma of flowers overflowed near by like s shinning light, but was hidden by the untrimmed bushes and wildly growing trees. Up above me was the beautiful, high noon blue sky spotted with fluffy, white clouds and airplanes flying by. I emerged into the parking lot and stopped happily as a squirrel under a tree. Hesitating to proceed anywhere further I took a few

The education habits of students are rooted in them from the earliest days of their educational careers. The different influences on students, whether it be inside educational institutions, or outside is huge. The teacher of a classroom is the first and most pertinent influence in a student's educational career. Teachers provide students with the basic skills they would need to survive not only in the academic world, but also the world beyond. The relationship between teachers and their students is the key element in creating an educational atmosphere that is both pleasant and effective.