Teachers

Teachers mean a lot to me. My marks depend on them. Without a good teacher, I'm screwed. With science, I'm not those nerds who can understand everything just from reading a textbook. This started when I first came to Canada. My grade 2 teacher name was Ms.Grant. She was the woman that taught me the english and the kindness. She was always there to make sure I wasn't alone in class or that I could understand the work. With her was another teacher - my ESL teacher Ms.Rosenburg. He was the kindest teacher ever that taught me my ABCs to my animals. He made sure that I was still having fun while learning English. Since I loved drawing at that time, we would make little short stories with pictures on them. When I finished them at the end of the week, I would go to my homeroom and do a little show and tell. They mean a lot to me because without them, I would be the Christie I am today :P

My third grade teacher was really mean. Her name was Mrs.Van Spell. She was really mean to me. She once made me rewrite my whole homework saying that my writing was so much uglier and messier than the other girls. Well excuse me lady, I just moved to Canada a year ago. After she told me that I went outside and cried a lot! It seemed like I didn't belong in the class since what she wanted was perfection and I wasn't that.

As time passed, I learned to endure the crappy teachers such as Mr.Singh. In high school I found out all the nice and fun teachers teach grade 9 or 10, but starting from 11 or 12 are the scary and crappy teachers. I just hope that I get used to the learning styles of my future teachers in order to understand their lessons. Hopefully grade 11 will be a great year!