Personal Essay : My Worst Class Experience In School

As we pulled up to the massive elementary school building, I begged my mom to let me stay home from school, just once. As usual, she said no. Realizing my attempt to get out of school was futile, I shouldered my backpack, swung open the door, and trudged over to the front door. I would rather be anywhere else than here. For the majority of my life, I attended public schools. It wasn’t rare for me to fail a test or even a whole class. It was because of these failures that I would get even more demotivated and threw away the idea of working hard or completing quality work altogether.

When I was a senior in high school, I was placed in night school for two different classes. One of them was an english class and the other was a history class. I had two different teachers for the classes. One of them was on us like crazy, he made sure that we were actually tthat we didn't get while we took this class in school. He would grade us hard, make us do so much work and we were not able to turn in work that was done half fast or he would rip it up and make us do it all over again.

The only thing I didn’t like was my third grade teacher Mrs. Rotelli. She did not care one bit at all.She was my substitute teacher all year in third grade while my original teacher had a baby. Like what’s more important education or having a baby. Both my original third grade teacher and the substitute with the

I felt as if he was marking his territory as principal and that he was making illogical assumptions about his staff. Like Margaret from Reframing the Path to School Leadership by Lee G. Bolman, I took the approach of “call him out on it” from the beginning, so that I would not be oppressed by him any longer. Internally, I struggled with this. On one account, I was scared to death to make such a sharp statement, but on another, I was highly offended by the implication that I was not doing my job. I was thankful it worked out in my favor in the long run.

was Mrs. Huber who made English a terrible subject for me. I did pass the class with an A but I did not gain anything from her class. She would mostly explain us about her life and achievements, that had nothing to do with English, but students would ask her more questions to distract her. She was a great teacher but didn't have the qualities that I wanted in a teacher. For instance, teaching students on how to create a good thesis statement or how to create a works cited page. Mrs. Huber made us read a new book every nine weeks and just write quotes from the book and write how they

My son was in fourth grade, and he had a teacher whom parents and children referred to as “Mrs. Screamer.” She had made several children nervous wrecks, and they were afraid to move or do anything wrong. After the first semester, we changed teachers and it was not a special education class. Just a soft-spoken, and fun teacher. My son went from hating school to competing in math and spelling competitions.

5th grade, teacher: Mr. Tyree. The first time I had a guy teacher, and boy did he make me uncomfortable. This was also the year me and my best friend were in the same class. We were so loud and obnoxious all the time. When the teacher switched our seats out of ABC order, we ended up sitting next to each other, that’s when our friendship really hit a high. We were inseparable. Our teacher was definitely interesting, he did have inappropriate stuff on his walls and oh boy.

In seventh grade, my most difficult class was sixth period English with Mrs. Munoz. This was a hard class because a lot of my friends were

In 10th grade I had an English teacher by the name of Mrs. Hurley. The school year started with me disliking her, I thought she was extremely rude and was just cranky all the time. In her class is where I read my first Shakespeare play, Romeo and Juliet she made that unit extremely amusing. She had us split into families and we would have battles, they consisted of games and quizzes. I was Lord Capulet and my team won of course. After 10th grade she became my advisory teacher in 12th grade. She easily became one of my favorite teachers that constantly teased me on my obsession with Adele.

I can pinpoint the exact moment where something inside my core broke off into a deep dark pit. School had always been a safe haven for me whenever something in my life to a turn for the worst. It was a place where I could learn and discover new topics since I had a major interest in the unknown. I had amazing friends that I thought I could count on. What made me hate school was when my best friend called me a crude name which will be forever ingrained in my memory. I didn’t have the slightest clue that my name could be rhythmed with anything until that wretched time in the cafeteria in seventh grade. From that day on, my new identity was labelled by the people around me.

The worst teacher I have ever had was my second-grade teacher, Mrs. Mark. There are several reasons why she was the worst teacher I have ever had. When I was younger I really struggled with school. I loved to go to school but I had a hard time grasping certain subjects. Unknown to me at the time I had a learning disability. I was later diagnosed with short-term memory problems, visual-motor integration and processing deficits (something to do with my neural pathways not connecting properly). I often would see words backward or the letters would get jumbled up but I did not realize this was my problem. Mrs. Mark just believed I was dumb. She really felt like I was a burden and I could not learn. She often would blow off the questions I have even if they valid. She even told my parents that she would just pass me, even though I was failing because there is no possible way I could understand any of these subjects. Even though this teacher gave up on me my parents did not.

“Most of you did exceptionally well on this first test, but any one of you with a grade below a 70% should rethink how you study” said my AP chemistry teacher as he passed back the first test of the school year.

When people start high school they’re usually so excited. They can’t wait to experience everything that comes with being in high school, I mean who wouldn’t? Everyone says that high school is the best four years of your life. Now that I’m months away from graduating, I can’t say they were my best years but I can say they were my most educational years, of course I wouldn’t say that they weren’t fun because they were. When I say educational, I mean I’ve learned so much about myself and so much about life. I learned what the words family, love, betrayal, law and life meant. All these events changed me, and I’m glad they happened because I wouldn’t have learned all these lessons. My personality hasn’t changed; I’m still a carefree girl,

During my high school years, there were several teachers that I encountered. However, there was one teacher whom I shall never forget. In fact, he would be very difficult to forget, even if he were only remembered for his size, for he was an enormous man. His name is Anthony Sweeney of “Sugar Butty” my third form math teacher. To this point, I never knew the exact reason for such name but all students referred to him in such manner. He was six feet five inches tall and towered over us like a giant and he weighed over three hundred pounds. I never discovered his exact age, but, he must have been no more than forty, even though his hair had turned grey relatively early on, and there was a smooth shiny bald patch on the crown of his head. But, it is not just for his size that I remembered him. In fact, one of the things with I remembered distinctively was his sudden change in temper. One moment he would be very jovial and pleasant to speak to in class, and the next he would shout violently at some timid student who was merely looking through the window or he would become very mean and impatient with his students. For these reason, he became my absolute worst teacher.

“Welcome Class to Composition one.” Those words were voiced by my professor, Mrs. Robinson, on the first day of school. Initially, I thought to myself, do I even belong in this college course class. Before school had even begun, the stress over the summer about my English skills was eating me alive. Why? Well, in my past English classes I received A’s on all of my essays, but this college class did not seem so easy. Also, I was always fascinated by all the arts and sciences, but English never struck interest in me. I never thought that I could write any decent essays. The reason I insecure about my writing skills was because of the ACT. Since the ACT is the talk about how smart an individual is, my ACT score was not very high. As the course continued, the first essay approached quickly. I remember being stressed about this essay because of my writing insecurities. Although I managed to acquire a decent grade, I promised myself to strive to make myself a better writer. I started to read Norton Field Guide to Writing handbook also known as the yellow book, and slowly but surely started to develop knowledge of good writing skills and tips to improve my essays. This allowed me to grow as a writer and slowly my insecurities started to dwindle, and I began to gain confidence in myself. I never would've thought that the next time I took the ACT that my English score would be my highest. When getting my score back and realizing that I had improved so much, I began to wonder how I