Personal Narrative: Mrs. Tinkler

I must be accountable for my work and maintaining and developing my knowledge and skills

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

For three years she’s waited to get her favorite teacher Miss.Harriet, turns out it didn’t go as planned she was assigned to a different teacher, and was disappointed.

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

I interviewed Mrs. Long, Conner’s kindergarten teacher. I felt Mrs. Long to be a very caring and full of life type of teacher. She did well at keeping the kids

I started off school at a little preschool called Goddard School, Miss Jackie and Miss Karen were the first teachers I’d ever had. We did the usual preschool thing… nap time, snacks, and learning the abc’s. But the highlight of my preschool experience was the Bubble Lady. The Bubble Lady filled a pool with sudsy bubble mix that had a large bubble wand in surrounding the wooden block that was big enough for two people. Riley and I stood on the wooden block as a fragile bubble surrounded us. I still have the picture sitting on my fridge.

Sheer determination and tenacity motivated our parents to build a wonderful life for us in Holland. By the middle of the 1950s, recollections of the horrifying war years haunted them less, while memories of their sensational Indonesian pre-war existence lifted their hearts through difficult times as they continued to adjust to a new and strange land.

This is a letter in support of Sally Robertson, a very talented teacher with whom I have had the pleasure of working as her student and her colleague over the course of many years at Georgia Perimeter College.

Kellor were completely false. Mrs. Kellor turned out to be one of the best teachers I ever had. Not only was she excited to teach her students every day, she made them excited to learn. She was funny and always had everyone’s full attention. Mrs. Kellor has high standards for all of her students, and it is up to each one of them to rise up and meet those particular expectations. She values personal growth, and she had always helped me achieve above and beyond what I thought my capabilities were. She is someone who has my utmost respect, and has been very encouraging and supportive of me for many years. To this day, I try my best to avoid using the words she banned in her room (t-h-i-n-g-s and s-t-u-f-f), and I always look forward to visiting her classroom to catch up. I am very fortunate to have been taught by such an incredible woman. I can assure you that despite the rumors, Mrs. Kellor truly is one of nicest, influential people I have

more like a mother or a friend to the children than the teacher she is

It was such a thrill to welcome Molly and her mom into my newborn photographer studio for her one-year, cake smash portraits. While I love the brand-new babies that come into the studio, there's a special place in my heart for the 1 year sessions.

    She's a cool teacher. She lets people call her Mrs. K, but her name's not that difficult to pronounce. She lets us listen to music and class, and sometimes she plays some of her own. She has good music taste. She likes Fall Out Boy and Green Day! And she wears awesome leather jackets on Friday, when the teachers are allowed to dress casual.

"WE ARE WHAT WE REPEATEDLY DO. EXCELLENCE, THEREFORE, IS NOT AN ACT, BUT A HABIT." - ARISTOTLE

Throughout my life I have been privileged with many lessons, some taught by my own mistakes, other’s guidance, or through my own interests and determination. I approach each mistake as simply a way to learn more, so I don’t have to repeat that ever again. One format that I have learned from is my experience in getting a first job. The path I took in achieving my goals for that job and being finally hired is something I never want to forget, because it teaches me a very, very simple lesson that many still don’t understand: work hard if you want to succeed.