My Teacher

When I was about eleven and completing 5th grade, my parents and I decided that the school I was at was not the right one. So my parents decided to remove me from the school and bring me to a new one. When I changed schools I knew no one and didn’t really know what to expect. At first, the teachers were supportive and kind. The first few days in the new school were fun and memorable. In sixth grade I had a whole new group of friends that were nice and I expect will be friends for a long time.

Of the new teachers, there was one teacher who stood out to be the cool teacher or the favorite teacher among my friends. In the beginning I agreed, but later I realized he was a man who had unrealistic expectations. My friends were much smarter than me in English; they seemed not to mind his expectations. My teacher just kept pushing me and pushing me until I gave up on him as he did on me. English was the one subject that I did not care for and he just made it worse. To top off the misery, if something went wrong in his class, I was always the one who was blamed. I received numerous detentions, for ridiculous reasons. I was frustrated and angered by his actions towards me.

The eight-grade year I’d avoid him the best I could. When I walked by his classroom he always saw me and called me out for something wrong with my appearance. Finally my days in middle school were over and I was done with that teacher, but he taught me to never jump to conclusions about a person.