I have more pleasant memories in school than bad. Some of the best memories I had started out in elementary school. …show more content…
I have good memories about middle school. In sixth grade, I got my first genuine boyfriend, which lasted until the next school year, seventh grade. The day my first boyfriend asked me out was Field day and we were sitting under a tree eating lunch, he was a very sweet boy. One of my favorite teachers of all time that influenced me the most is my seventh grade English teacher. I remember in my English class that every Friday we would play Survivor; of course nothing to serious and that would hurt students. If I am correct, my team came in second place that year. Also, my seventh grade year is the year I decided that I wanted to become a teacher. Eight grade was the year that I was a Library aide, and in that year I met one of my best friends that I am still currently best friends with. My fondest memory of high school is playing volleyball. I had the most amazing, influential coach that I could ask for. My favorite class of all my high school years was Health, mainly because my coach taught and we were in the gym most days. I also gained another friend that was a boy, in that class which was he became my first love, but now we are just friends to this day. One of the saddest, happiest moments in all my years of schooling was graduating high …show more content…
I always had a speech impediment, and some kids did make fun of me, but I would not let the making fun of me get to me and I would laugh with them, not cry for them. By reacting this way, my self-esteem was to a good amount. Another bad memory that I had was when I stole twenty dollars from my mother to buy these beanie babies that the school was selling. I was in third grade and I got in a great deal of trouble, but definitely learned my lesson. The worst memory that I can remember is when I failed one six weeks in algebra two in tenth grade. Math is my worse subject, but during the period I had a special class for my speech that took me out of my math class for once a week for thirty minutes. I would say this class interfered with my learning, especially in math. When I failed for the six weeks, I figured out the problem and we changed my special class to a different time, which helped out a lot. Needless to say, I did not fail my algebra class again for the rest of the year. It was embarrassing for me to tell my parents because they expected so much out of me, and it was my first class that I ever failed. By the end of the year, I think I average with a C plus.
These bad memories, also mistakes, came with lessons involved, and I sure did learn from them. They could have been prevented, in my opinion, but I absolutely believed that everything happened for a reason. As teachers, all we can do for our students is hope