Personal Narrative: Hey Mrs. Houshmand

“If, when you’re older, someone comes knocking on your door asking you some heated questions that you’re not sure how to answer, just stop and say “I want an attorney” and they’ll have to provide you with one as a basic right,” she stressed.

The person I have chosen to do my essay on is Mrs. Gardner. Mrs. Gardner is my advisory teacher. When I first started school here at Potosi High School, I had a very difficult time adjusting to this new place. I had come fresh out of a homeschooling program and before that, I attended a small private school. I was scared that I wouldn't do well in this school. I was especially nervous about grade checks. I've always been a good student and made good grades, but I was worried that the stress of switching schools would get to me and I'd struggle. Mrs. Gardner has been encouraging and empathetic to me since day one. She has reminded me not to worry so much and that as long as I'm doing my best, that's all that matters. She has taught me

As high school freshmen, most kids do not get very excited about walking into their College Preparatory Biology class, but I sure did! Everyday I looked forward to Mrs. Wilson's 3rd period biology lesson because she never disappointed. Mrs. Wilson was a special kind of teacher, she was the type to turn boring lectures into a captivating learning tale and had the gift of making tests enjoyable with her creative illustrations. Yes, you read that right, I enjoyed her tests. One day, Mrs. Wilson presented us with a demanding project; “Okay class, I am challenging you to create the BEST “Bunnimoose.” she announced. As we sat there with puzzled faces, she went further into explanation.

As part of the greater push at that grade level to introduce kids to a greater depth of books, Mrs. Oak created a game that would award points based on the number and length of books that you read, with a prize being given to the winner at the end of every month (usually candy). Now being the clever nine year old brat that I was, I decided to game the system by quickly flipping through a great number of small children’s books every day. While this did put me ahead on points, I was completely avoiding the entire point of the game. So to Mrs. Oak’s great credit, she decided to limit the number of books I could check out of the school’s library to three per week. With my lead in the literary scoreboard slipping away, I checked out a book that

As I lay in bed, I can only think about the terror that’s going to occur tonight. My tooth is really loose, and my dad said he’s going to be pulling it out tonight when I’m sleeping. But how am I supposed to sleep, knowing this? I blindly grapple around my bed, searching for Mr. Giggles and my baby blanket. My hand closes around a small leg, and I pull Mr. Giggles into a tight embrace. With Mr. Giggles in my arms, I wrap myself into my blanket. The warmth of my blanket makes me feel drowsy, but I force my eyes to stay wide open. I have to stay up all night and brace myself; I cannot fall asleep!

In my life there have been many times where I have been taught important lessons or supported by others, but my most prominent memory is from sixth grade choir. In this moment in time, Mrs. Symans taught me a very important life lesson about attitude and hard work. I initially did not appreciate this because it upset me, but as I continue to progress through school and life, I’ve realized how much this particular memory, along with the help from others, has helped me over the years.

Today, was a crazy and long day. This week I am only teaching Math, Daily 5, and Social Studies. During Daily 5 today Mrs. Haberman the principal came into observe me. I went through the interactive lesson before class, but I should have looked over the directions a little bit better. I tried to put the incorrect word into the box, and Mrs. Vavra told me that I needed to make sure I knew what it was asking me to do. I can’t believe I let this happen especially since Mrs. Haberman was in there. I was nervous about her coming in already and now I am nervous to see what she has to say about the lesson. It was not my best lesson by far and of course it had to be the one that Mrs. Haberman was observing. I personally I think the problem was that

I woke up to the distant sounds of cows mooing and the rustling of feet while guards switched shifts at the wall. I would’ve gladly been out there keeping lookout, but General Travis keeps saying that 14 is too young to have your life on the line, even though we all knew that simply being there at the fort was putting your life on the line. I slowly sat up and yawned and glanced at the closed window shutters. A small bit of light spilled out onto my cot, dawn was upon the Alamo, and that meant the cattle were

If I told you I was scared to death to start seventh grade language arts class, it would have been an understatement. Was Mrs. Kellor really the meanest teacher ever? I was absolutely terrified to find out.

Hola Diana, yes it was good to see them even though it was only one night. We don't have many houses built on stilts either but with the sea levels rising it is something the government should be thinking about, but they never do think do they, it's always about short term gain from short term brains.

“I’ll always remember the good deeds Mrs. Jones did to help get back up on my feet. I used the ten dollars she gave me to buy my blue suede shoes shoes, to slowly become a doctor. I have a good life now, all of it because of what Mrs. Jones did for me when I was a little boy.”

I recently stumbled upon a box while I was rummaging through my closet filled with at least ten different aprons and folders from baking camps I had done at my old school. My mind flashed all the way to sixth grade, specifically my English teacher, and how much I had changed since then.

I was a nobody, I knew no one and no one knew me. Well that’s not exactly true, I knew about ten people, but I didn’t really “know them” know them. Ten people may seem like plenty but at a school with an enrollment of roughly 1200 people, that’s next to nothing.

        I hope this email finds you well. I firstly want to thank you for showing concern for my absence. I have unfortunately been dealing with a personal issue since the middle of september which has unfortunately been heavily affecting my work ethic.Your class is by far my favorite and it means a lot to me that you reached out to me.  I am currently working on catching up with the reading and hoping to get back to my normal work standard very soon.

Hi Mrs. Flint, I hope you had a fine break. How are you? I realize school has started again. Let me know what days you are open for a visit. As for me, I got my two year degree and I got my drivers license. As of now, I am in the process of gaining employment with DOR and will most likely hear back from them in september to discuss what is next.