My Greatest Teacher : My Best Teacher In My Life

The effect of addiction have consumed billions of individuals all over the world, not only consume but also killed. Individuals have relied on drugs to fill the void in their life that is missing. The addict is not only hurting themselves from the drug use but their families, friends, and their community. In this paper, it will give a description of a 21-year-old male named Anthony. Anthony started using marijuana at the age of 20, trying to hide the pain from the death of his sister. Eventually, marijuana was not enough to get Anthony the extra high he wanted which Anthony made the choice to try another drug and eventually it

Several years later I had come to realize that the path I had chosen was going to be a long drug out process with no gratification, and no possible chance to better my self. Even though I was old enough to work now, my employments opportunities that were given to me did not last long. My relentless despise for authority had left me with termination from nearly every occupation that I had found. I soon realized that I was running out of options, as well as sustainable cash, and that I would need to choose a brand new path that would carry me out for the rest of my life.

A teacher needs to be flexible and adaptable due to schedule changes, adapting lessons, gaining new students, adapting to various behaviors and various academic levels of students. A teacher needs to be assertive when advocating for the needs of their students, themselves and for their peers. To be outstanding you have to have compassion towards your peers, your students and their families. A teacher always need to be prepared for their day including designing lessons, creating materials, writing IEP's, knowing students levels, handling any behavior, that anything can happen and always have extra work. A teacher should be able to Multitask, you have to wear lots of hats in this field such as a mother figure, nurse, friend, disciplinarian, enemy,

This morning I feel alone more than usual, by lunch time all I want is booze. I look over I see Joe bragging about his lunch to John and Tom. I just didn’t understand how they could be so happy, and why I could be so sad. Nothing they said cheered me or got my attention such as how the man Charles Lindbergh the man who flew cross country in record breaking time, somebody had kidnapped his son. After work, Robert, and a few others came to talk to me to see if I was alright. I gave them the fake “yes,” but I wasn’t I just wanted to drink booze and not wake up. It was a sucky moment to be in, and I was stuck in it.

Thus, as many people were unable to go to school later in life they turned to drugs for comfort and to forget their problems. The main theme in this story is the idea that anyone’s destiny or

Nonetheless, your feelings of guilt, and shame spurred you along. You sighed. You shake. You moaned. You groaned. Still, your guiltiness did nothing to stir remorse until two summers aback. Yes, your body had developed a tolerance for the acid trip. You needed to increase the doses the get that high. This summer was no different than any other. Yes, you were on one of your binges, and you blacked out. When you woke up there was blood all over your face and vomit on your chin. You lay naked on the ground in sugar daddy cellar. When you sat up you were covered with feces and urine. You managed to pull yourself up. You pulled up your pants and buttoned your shirt. The blood on thighs and the money of the floor told you what did not want to acknowledge. Your sugar daddy had sold you for a fix. His need was bigger than yours. God alone knew how long was the human train. You did not scream. No, you did even cry. Your life had come full circle. You stumbled over the garbage bags in the cellar. You smelled. You walked all the way to your parents’ house. It was a two hours walk. You pasted sugar daddy and did not stop when he called out your name. After you showered you climbed into bed with your mom and cried. The next day you checked into your first

This semester, I was a teacher assistant for Dr. Finley’s psychology 101 course. The experience to TA has been a really valuable, and rewarding experience. I’ve definitely gotten the chance to develop skills in the professional context. The variety of tasks and the workload pace was very enjoyable for me. The opportunity of being a TA at times proved to be challenging but I find ways to successfully manage some of these adversities. Overall, there’s a plethora of things that I can take away, and I plan to utilize some of these tactics into my future goals and career aspirations.

I believe there are many skills and attributes that are necessary to an outstanding teacher; one’s ability to keep students engaged, the desire to see all students achieve, and knowledge of the content taught are attributes of an outstanding educator.

Everything started early October 2012. I just turned eleven, and I was reclining on the porch in the middle of the night with my then sixteen-year-old brother. He offered me a “hit” of his cigarette and I feel victim to the bitter burning in my lungs. Three years later, I was isolated on a frigid night. I drove my heel into the marshy soil, planting my inimical habit, and burying my burdens. I wouldn’t allow anything to control me from that point on.

The Life Lesson Trough a Teacher’s Eyes, is a book written by Dr. Jillian Laderhouse. This book is like a journal where Dr. Laterhouse tells personal experiences that have shaped her life. The book commences off with a strongly affirmation where Dr. Latehouse states that be a teacher is her life’s calling. In the introduction of the book Laterhouse establish her foundation as a teacher, she mentioned many experiences that shape her as a teacher and recall the fact that she lived in a teacher profession family. She mentioned stories about her childhood, stories that have shaped her life into the teacher profession; she stated “I grew in a teacher’s home”. As I read the book I noticed that I have not had the same opportunity as Laterhouse to live in a teacher’s home. However, as I continue reading the book I saw that the lessons learned by the author can help me even though I did not grow in a teacher’s home. It is evident in the book the spiritual life and God centered life.

Several drinks later the frustrations that had been coursing throughout my veins had ceased and were replaced with a sense of tranquility. The dispute between Audrina and me had been forcefully driven to the back of my conscience mind. I could vaguely hear the low hums from the granite countertop, but I was trying with every ounce of strength to remove the agitation from my ears. Audrina was fuming at the ears; she was in no mood to talk kindly to or about me at this point. I had never fully grasped her concept or hatred towards my drinking; I just knew she incandescently angered by it. Any chance she got the chance she would ramble with no end about the ‘negative repercussions’ that I would have to face. She would always go on about how my addiction had no benefactors for my body or my mind. She would always have this small crease that

“When I was 16, I started using heroin. I had no idea that I would fall in love with such a terrible drug. I loved everything about this drug, it made me feel numb, warm, and fuzzy at all the time. At first, I used it as an escape from my violent memories, but as time went by I used it because I couldn’t function without it. When I wouldn’t use heroin, my body would hurt, I would throw up non-stop, I would be weak, but also in so much pain that I wasn’t able to sleep at night. Over time, I would do anything to get my next supply of heroin. I began panhandling at gas stations, and grocery stores just to get money. When I was high, I had gotten caught stealing from Walmart, and I had to spend five days in jail where I got charged with being

Choosing a favorite teacher is fairly difficult when one puts into account all the types of teachers they have known, all of them are important. Teachers are the second most important people in our lives, right after our parents. Teachers are persuasive and have the power to build a child up from an immature student to become a responsible adult; or they can completely and utterly crush a students hopes and dreams.

Although I have had many different types of teachers, there are two that stick out more than any others. The first was my third and sixth grade teacher. She was the best teacher I ever had. The second was my seventh grade teacher. She was the worst I think a student could have had. Both, these teachers had very different teaching styles and very different out looks on teaching. To be an effective teacher the teacher must respect the student and be willing to go the extra mile to help the students learn all they can. In this paper, I will discuss the effectiveness of these two teachers and how their teaching styles differed.

For some reason or another certain students are drawn to particular teachers while other students are more fond of others. In my life I have studied under three memorable teachers. Teachers with which I was able to connect, to laugh, to share my misgivings. While I may have been close with each of these teachers, it is very clear, in retrospect, that each was very unique, and represented an entirely different class of teacher.