Personal Narrative: Mrs. Oak

“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.

Jane Addams is the most wonderful person I know. We grew up together in Chicago. She was my neighbor and my friend. An amazing person to have the priviledge of knowing, me and Jane met under the worst circumstances. We had never spoke to one another until my family heard that her mother had passed away. Jane's father told my father the horrible news one night after we had just finished dinner. I remember looking at my mother and feeling so grateful that she was my mother. I hugged her a little tighter before bed that night. The next day I went over to Jane's house to express my sympathies for her loss. From that point on, we developed a friendship that could move the stars.

During the first week of the school, two professors had given her assignments to read a chapter before she came to the next class. That day, she had a couple of hours before she headed out to volunteer work that she signed up for at church, so she decided to go to the library after class and finish the assignments. She went to the front desk at the library, and asked for the two reserved textbooks. The person behind the desk, informed Traci, that students are allowed to check out one book at a time. Fair enough she thought, and she checked out a text book, found an empty table, sat down, and opened up the chapter that she wanted to read. Guess what? Her jaw dropped, because that chapter had 32 pages. It may not be a lot for many students, but knowing that

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.

When I was in my sophomore year of high school, I had a music teacher named Ms. Valentine who taught vocal and piano classes. Ms. Valentine was known as the “mean dad” of the vocal department, because she oddly reminded everyone of a dad instead of a mother, I know it’s weird. She never took the phrase I can’t from a student, and she would never put up with anyone’s bullshit. She believed there was no such thing as “I can’t”. I had the pleasure of having Ms. Valentine as my choir director, sadly. Ms. Valentine was known for assigning students to critique boring plays and concerts.

It is seven forty-five. There are still a few precious minutes until bedtime. My younger sister and I have already dressed for bed, but our plot is to drag out every second we have left before eight o’clock. Only one thing remains for us to do to accomplish our mission: read. We beg our parents to read to us, and they, as predicted, agree. The two of us sprint to our shared bedroom in order to stare at the bookshelf. Two toddlers find it difficult to the correct book. We must choose a book that both of us will enjoy, we must choose a book on a shelf that one of us can actually reach, but most importantly, we must choose a lengthy book. So we, of course, choose the longest two books we can reach. I snatch a treasury of children’s stories, and my sister selects a treasury of Dora the Explorer stories. Never had we read either one of these in one sitting, but we regularly tried to push the boundaries just a bit farther.

My transition to Oak Knoll was excellent but arduous. I loved the spiritual community and the close knit class. But, I had a harder time adjusting academically. The rigorous academic classes at Oak Knoll resulted in a drop in my GPA. These grades don’t reflect my work ethic and I enjoy the challenge of a more difficult school. These were enhanced expectations that I couldn’t meet at the time. My lowered GPA resulted from a sickness that extended through my sophomore years. Once I was better, I was able to do better in school, which shows in my previous year grades. These year’s show my true academic potential. I am confident that I will be successful at the college I plan on

1.There’s no way for her to escape 2.Her hands and feet are tied behind a chair. 3.Shes in the woods, in a cabin. 4.There is a light bulb hanging on the ceiling 5.With a string that can turn it on and off. 6.Her eyes are covered with a red bandana. 7.She can feel him walking toward her.

We line up for lunch. Mrs. Price thinks thinks everything’s okay after I gave the sweater to Phyllis Lopez, which made me upset, so I yelled at Phyllis, “You ruined my birthday!” Phyllis ignored me, which made me furious, so I step on her foot. Then she did it back to me, and Mrs. Price sees that and we both get in trouble. Mrs. Price give us a warning, but I decided to calm down instead of breaking down again.

I wanted to sort of touch base with you about my absence as I am doing with all my teachers and basically wanted to offer an explanation so that I don't cause any more frustration, hopefully.

Everyone defines high school as the base of your career, were magnificent teachers providing knowledge to help you exceed in life. But tell me how are we supposed to exceed while having teachers who does not provide enough information for my understanding? My senior year of high school I was placed in a math class with an instructor who goes under the name if Mrs. Power, but rather known as Mrs. Pointless. "Ok class everyone quiet!” are the exact words Mrs. Powers would say before starting class. She made class dull and pointless. By far she is the worst teacher I have had. She had little knowledge of what she was teaching in class, had out dated policies and lastly was extremely rude.

Have you ever wanted to say as a kid forever? Well, I did. When I was younger, I always tell myself that I want to become a professional makeup artist and wanted to hurry up and leave school so I can live my dream. But, now to think about it, I want to slow things down and enjoy life.

So we are not related by DNA but through marriage. Many years ago I was told by my cousins that Carl was abusive and his family took him back to Austria. He never went back to Austria, because he is in fact in NYC, not far from my grandmother and her new partner Joe Michitsch. In 1930 all the younger children were in orphanages, except the older boys. My mother resided with my grandmother and her father Joe Michitsch. On the 1940 census all the older Mantel boys living with their mother, Anna and my mother.. Carl may have gone back to Austria or died. My two aunts, Rose and Ann Mantel were in an orphanage as well. I am not sure if Ann was a Michitsch or a Mantel, but she was originally born with my grandmother’s maiden name. Interestingly,

In my sixth grade year I had a teacher named Mrs. Lambert. She was a great teacher and friend. Close to the end of the year we took an advanced math test to see how much we’ve learned. Unfortunately I wasn’t present the day the rest of my classmates took the test. The next day, my teacher was explaining to me that I had to take the test and so I did. When I received the test I quickly rushed through it. It wasn’t that I was being lazy. It was more that I already knew the material. When I was finished I was sure that I had done a great job. My teacher had told me that if the whole class got a good great then we were eligible for a prize. Then, my testing teacher told her that I didn’t use the rubric or the formula sheet. My home class teacher

I am settled in American University now. Just finished my first day of orientation. So far, I love the college atmosphere! The campus is only a 10 minute metro ride to Downtown DC, so I have been exploring the city. The school accepted my AP score. I don’t know if I am happy about that or not. It saves money, but now my philosophy and literature general education area is covered. I really want to take classes in those areas, but now I will probably have to wait a couple of semesters.