94/365 Teachers

Everyone has teachers. Whether it’s a teacher from your school, or your teacher is your parent, we all have had teachers growing up. If you think about it, when we were little babies who didn’t know how to do anything, our families were our teachers. Hang on, now that you think about it, life also teaches us, does that mean life is our teacher to? Anyway, let me tell you of all the teachers that I have had. Most of my teachers have been really good. Preschool, Kindergarten, 1st, 2nd, 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th, and right now, 9th. You guys may have seen that I skipped 3rd grade. And the reason why was because that teacher was so mean and strict. When I was in 3rd grade, I was a little chatter box who wouldn’t keep quiet. Which of course means I got in trouble a lot. Now, if I talked a lot, then I would have to move my clip down a chart. Now, this teacher who we will call, 3, thinks that instead of telling me to quiet down a bit, they tell me that I am staying in their class during lunch time. And that means missing out on playing with your friends. I was probably the only person besides 2 people who stayed during lunch at the class. So yeah that teacher wasn’t a good one, but then when I moved to 4th grade, they all of a sudden became nice to me. I have another memory of this teacher and I remembered it very well. Something that was happening with only the 3rd graders was when students would go to the cafeteria every Friday, before school ended, to do a dancing game.

One Friday, my name was called along with other people, I was so happy since I actually was never able to go because according to 3, I was a bad kid. Well on that Friday my name was called, however, I heard it wrong because I was actually supposed to be in the class. So, one of the students in the class called me and said that I was supposed to be in class. And when I got back to the classroom, oh boy was the teacher mad. 3 started to shout and yell at me because in their mind, they thought that I was doing that to get out of class. When in reality, I heard my name wrong. So yeah, ever since then, I never wanted to go to school because of them.


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