Personal Narrative: Everyone Is Detrimental In My Life

In our lives there are people that we meet that make a difference in our life because they have an impact on us. One person who has impacted me other than my family is my school bookkeeper terry march. I was blessed to meet her through my high school summer internship and have been her intern from junior to senior year. She has altered my life in many ways, such as giving me confidence and motivating me. Having someone outside of my family supporting allows me to believe in what im capable of. Iam also thankful for giving her experience with papework, filing , handing monety because it wil give me an advantage.

Both Rowan and Rose begin their essays by describing a particular teacher who left a strong impact during a pivotal point in their lives. In his piece “Unforgettable Miss Bessie,” Rowan sets up an impression of Miss Bessie as a highly respected educator who knew how to conduct her classroom in a way that “there was never a discipline problem” (168). With a firm hand, she guides them to the road of success. She once told Rowan to “make most of what you do have- a brain” (168). Miss Bessie reminds Rowan to not think about what he does not have; instead, he needs to embrace the one thing no one can take from him.

I observed the kindergarten classroom of Sarah House. During my observation, Ms. House completed a language arts lesson with her students. Ms. House used both whole class instruction and one on one instruction during her lesson. I felt that she did an amazing job with classroom management and created lessons that were not only engaging, but fun for the students.

She is a great inspiration to me, and inspires me even more to become a teacher.

This year I had the prestigious honor of being in Ms. Brown’s class, and let me tell you, it was anything but normal. Ms. Brown’s cheerfulness (and maybe a bit of messiness) really helped me realize that teachers actually have lives. They’re not just some robots who are only activated to teach, and then turned off when the class leaves, as much as we might think they are.

Russell was such a good teacher. An individual who walked into her class on any given day would realize the amount of time she dedicates into a single class period. She opens every tab necessary on her computer before class for the lesson in order to not waste a second of time. Generally, she had about ten tabs open. My class completed several activities a day, and she knew exactly which order to assign them in and how long the class would need for each one. It seems like a characteristic any teacher should have, but I do not think I have ever been taught by a teacher that put so much planning into her lessons. She constantly grades papers in order to get grades in as soon as possible; my friends and I have observed her grading at several events, including pep rallies and basketball games. She grades so much that she has developed a neck injury from looking down at her desk so much. I remember her saying during class one day, “If I start crying, don’t worry; my neck is in a lot of pain from grading your papers, but I’ll be fine”. Most teachers would take the day off or sit down or something, but not Mrs. Russell. If she took a day off, I knew something was seriously wrong. It usually included the hospital. The dedication she has towards her job is unlike any other person I have witnessed; there is nothing she would rather be doing than teaching a class of thirty students, some

Over the years I have come in contact with many different types of teachers that have not only taught me, but also had a positive influence on me. Mrs. Amanda Graham has been my positive influence ever since my ninth grade year here at Mullins High School. She has inspired me in so many ways from reading, to writing, to public speaking.

In my thirteen years of schooling I have studied under more than fifty teachers, all of which have dropped a coin or two into my academic piggy bank. But, when I think of a person who has had an important influence on my life, one name stands out in my mind more than others: Mrs.Cox. This woman was one of a kind! As both my second and third grade teacher, Mrs.Cox had two full years to fill my head with the wonders of science, math, reading, and writing. Within this time frame she taught me with strategies I had never seen before and ultimately helped me gain an in-depth understanding of the core subjects in a way that made me realize that with unwavering focus and commitment I could master anything I was given.

Her job as a teacher is typical for today’s society. Teachers do it all, planning, preparing and delivering lessons to all students in the class; adopting and working towards the implementation of the school development plan of the particular school they are giving service in; assigning work, correcting and marking work carried out by his/her students; assessing, recording and reporting on the development, progress, attainment and behavior of one’s students. Randolph is a very talented teacher; however, she had very little time to be creative and work with her colleagues. Goldstein states that “polls of teachers who leave the profession show many did so because they received no constructive feedback on their practice, they had too little time to think creatively and collaborate with colleagues, and they had no opportunity to take on additional responsibilities and grow as professionals.”

2 a. I stereotyped my now best friend but a year ago stranger. We were both from the same sports conference, meaning that our high schools played against each other. By just looking at her she seemed to be normal, but was definitely a flirt. When seeing that it reminded me to what my friends and I always thought of that group of girls from her school, which was a Catholic school. We always thought those Catholic school girls were harlots ( I don't feel comfortable saying the actual words in this). So seeing this girl flirt with guys left and right, I though our assumption was correct. I acted like I wasn't into getting to know her. I tried to avoid her many times, which is very unlike me.

Brantley’s class I would wonder why she was as tough as leather, I would always come to the assumption that, that was just her personality. Now looking back, I now understand that her tough discipline rules were to benefit her students, we knew what was of expected of us, therefore we knew Mrs. Brentley wasn’t going to accept anything less. For an example, our class period consisted of absolutely no talking while working on our assignments. If we were to talk while working, how would we be able to give Mrs. Brantley our best work?

As the day is coming to an end, cell phones rumble with a text here and there. Each question was always answered with confidence and enlightenment. As she visualizes each moment, she sends each message with a slight smile. After every question, she is still very eager to answer another. She remembers her high school experience to be incredibly tiring and enjoyable.

Dr.Cobb a bold, diligent, and incredible women. A women of intelligence and wisdom. In the 6th grade of attending Jolliff I had the opportunity to to be taught by Dr.Cobb. I remember all of the positive energy when I walk through the door. All the way to the warmest smile that could light up a room. I love the way that she was easy to approach and talk to. She wanted us show and creativity and push boundaries. When Dr.Cobb get tough she doesn't play. It was not because she was mean she had a passion for teaching. It was to prepare us for next grade. Never mind not just the next grade life also. Dr.Cobb set a high standard for all her students know that we could reach and overcome. I now noticed the homework and class work I would complain about

The moment I hear the quote “I the worst of all” for the first time, it suddenly became part of me. It was a magical bonding between the words and my life, it felt like I have been waiting my whole life, for example, Juana been a woman was forced to listen to society’s norms. I found myself very connected in the same way, many times, religion and society dictates what to do with your life, in many cases you cannot be who you really are because of fear, a fear that slaves you. Like Juana, I was an outcast; my sexual preferences made me a target of vicious comments; that did not stop me to become the person I am now. With her own blood she sealed her faith and force herself to no longer enjoy what she really care so much. My faith was sealed

Through our genetic past, or whatever causes make women fight harder, she still stands tall and keeps teaching and making connections with students, helping them and making them want to learn. She shows both young women and young men that you do not always have to succumb to the stereotypes and fall to the pressures of the world, but rather that you can stand tall and do whatever you want to do. Women fight day after day to prove they can do just as well, and her school is lucky enough that two years ago a male principal resigned and a female succeeded him. Now young girls have multiple a role models to look up to and people to show them that they can accomplish anything they put their minds to, because not everyone has a strong stable home with those people they can look up to.