Narrative Essay On Ms. Tofan's Exams In High School

I was in 11th grade, and I was taking Latin, which many considered to be a rigorous. I enjoyed Latin because my teacher made it extremely fun, so I was always excited to be in class. We were taking an exam, and my friend was attempting to communicate with someone and I thought she had called my name. As a result, I looked up and nodded my head. After the test, my teacher asked us both to step out and accused us of cheating. He explained that he did not want to embarrass us in class that’s why he asked us to step out after the test. I was immediately offended. I have never cheated on an exam, and after knowing him for over a year and a half I was extremely upset that he would even think that I was capable of cheating.

I was so mad that just wanted to scream till my voice dried out. My face was redder then the fake apple that she would pass to student who had the right to talk or answer the question. I had to step out the room and get some air because that was just too much. I couldn’t accept that one teacher didn’t gave me any chance because she thought I was unintelligent. Next day I asked to change my schedule but was denied since it was almost near the finals and change my schedule would change all the other course. I explain to the teacher how I had felt and the reason behind me stepping out the meeting, she was so shocked as I was when she gave a piece of chocolate and hug saying how sorry she was. I had no words to explain what was going in my mind because it was full of confusion, shocked and gladness that she had finely understood me. That cold feeling stopped and I began to continue to asking questions when I didn’t knew answers. Slowly she had started to stop ignoring my hand calls and started asking me

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

Due to the principal hearing the incident and after her week probation from teaching she treated me like I didn’t even exist in her class. The teacher I once looked up to had abandoned and isolated me by putting my desk in the other end of the classroom. Never talking to me, calling on me, or even making me feel part of the student body. Due to that experience I will always see myself working for children making them feel safe, loved, and cared for. But most of all when there is conflict between students I want to hear both sides of the story, while being fair with the children under my

I walk into class and sat down my teacher already knew about my bad mood and let me walk into class with my headphones in and my attitude at maximum. I sat down and saw that he came in, he began the class day by saying, I have no emotions because ugly people don't have any that, didn't offend me at all. He sat down next to me and look at my headphones he reached for it but before he could grab them one of my friends that knew my number one rule slapped his hand and said leave him alone, he replied with what do you like him or something and she just walked back to her sit and gave him no attention. He was upset and the whole class period he just sat there not speaking. By the end of class I walked out the door and it happened I felt something he pulled the trigger, my headphones were pulled out and it was him I filled with absolute rage and anger and punched him in the face so hard that he flew back a few feet and landed on the floor with a bloody

(Schellenberg 1999) Everyone is class saw what was going on. But I wanted to use the B&N approach because I didn't want to add any sideline commentary. So I approached her and asked her was she spreading rumors about me. She told me that she wasn't talking bad about me but she heard herself that I was spreading nasty rumors about her. I told her that I don't have the time or patience to talk badly about anyone. That's just not in my character. So we agreed at that point that we didn't have to be friends but we have to work in the same room and that we have to get along for the kids sake. She agreed and we continued working in the classroom. Months go by and I'm thinking to myself I'm happy that I spoke to her on a one to one atmosphere. Nobody else needs to know about what happened at that point. So a few weeks pass and we're not talking to each other but we respect one another as co-workers. Or at least I did. So one day one of the kids went off. Charging at the kids, and the

I was stuck picking up trash that everyone left behind after lunch. It was so disgusting because there was so many half eaten hamburgers covered in ketchup, but, that wasn't the only disgusting thing about it. It was the mixture of food that the people left that was composed of milk, juice and hamburger it look like food that you would give to a pig. While I was picking it up I saw those two having fun and my blood began to boil fiercely with anger because I knew I was innocent and she should be the one picking up trash and he should've told the teacher that she did it. However, I couldn't do anything about because of three reasons, one was that I had no proof that it wasn't me. Two, I couldn't put the blame on her because she will continue denying that she didn't threw the marker. Lastly, I knew the other boy wouldn't help me because he didn't want to be involved. So, I had to continue doing the punishment knowing that I did nothing wrong. As soon as the bell rang I had to get into a line to go back to class, however, my anger continued to

She asked me for the answer to the first question. As I was rubbing my clammy palms up and down my thighs, I blurted out my answer to the class. Embarrassed, I told myself that one question was not a huge deal, but then, she called on me for number two, and the next, and so on; until she had asked me about each problem and then said, “You mean to tell me that you missed every single question?” I remember looking around the classroom as my face began to turn a bright red color, similar to the color of the Ohio State shirt I had on that day. It was one of the most embarrassing times of my educational career and one that will run through my mind every time a teacher calls on

In 8th grade there was a teacher that started the year with "you probably won't get an A in this class." Once I got a month into the class I wanted to give up. The way he taught I couldn't understand, so I had to learn it all on my own and I was frustrated. I was so happy at the end of the year when I made an A and was glad I didn't give up.

It recently started in my Calculus class. Doctor Barton was at the board explaining how to find the derivative of a tangent line. Then as I recall, she was skipping certain steps like ,whether you should multiply or divide the equation. I could hear students mumbling, “I don’t understand any of this or what did she just do.” That’s when I raised my hand patiently as she finished working the rest of the problem and said, “can you please explain what you did at the beginning of the problem.” Doctor Barton looked at me as if I was dreadful child waiting to be punished. That’s when she said, “Well honey class is almost over, just let me get this problem finished and you can open your book and find a similar problem that has the examples on how to do this problem.” As for the rest of the students and myself who didn’t understand how to do the problem in the first place, we felt like this teacher wanted us to fail her class. I know you can’t fail a class over one problem, but you obviously can’t learn a math problem if the teacher doesn’t care to explain it correctly to her students.

Norman asked me to stay after class if I needed assistance. I responded in a rude tone, “No thanks” and stormed out of her classroom and started making my way to my bus. The reason why I was so hostile towards my teacher was because I felt that she was making fun of my reading. That evening I opened up my textbook and went right to the word important. After two hours constantly pronouncing important I knew I was still saying it incorrectly. So I decided to go to bed and that’s when I came to my decision to reconsider Mrs. Norman’s offer. The next day after class, I walked towards Mrs. Norman’s desk and apologized for my attitude and explain why I acted in such a rude way. She accepted and my apology and asked her, “Is the offer still on the

A stupid test. It was meant nothing to my grade. This may seem like a story about how much I suck at math, and trust me when I say you aren’t wrong, but it’s more than that. It’s the fact that this stupid little test went to my head so much- stressed me out so much- that I put myself through my own personal Hell over a C-. The pressure to be perfect was so strong that I crumbled underneath it, like many others before me.

There was one time when I accidentally knocked over her coffee and she lost it, all signs of human consciousness were gone and she went beserk. Her arms were flailing and all I could understand was some muffled curse words as she ran into the bathroom. Soon after I realized that the coffee fell onto her foot. My mom arrived at the door to pick me up and I just left without saying anything. I never heard from my teacher

When I was in kinder my teacher was so mean. My kinder teacher was mean because I wanted my mom to stay but the teacher got so mad that I had to stay by myself and I was sad because the teacher did not let my mom stay. I got so mad and I started to get all mad and the teacher got mad too so when I told the teacher that if my mom can stay and the teacher kept on saying no because in school you can not have your mom hear because they are going to tell you all the answers and you are the one who has to figure all of the answers. If you don’t do them the you will not go to the next grade and I was so sad. When I got so sad I started to cry because she did not let my mom stay. At the end of the day then I got to see my mom and I was so excited

Thump-thumping, my heart worked its way up my throat and pressed to the roof of my mouth. A ball of words that flamed with rage scalded my tongue as harsh stares stung my face. In an attempt to hide my flushed, beet face and the salty streams of water that dampened my sweater sleeve, I turned my head away from my class and stared at the mini library. In case you haven’t experienced this, it is quite difficult to hide when you are in the front of the classroom with anger boiling the water that glazes your eyes. All of this was the consequence of my nervous habits, but a teacher that acted a teensy bit ridiculous influenced it. Maybe she hates me, maybe she was having a rough day, whatever the reason was, it didn’t stop my emotions from impacting the situation.