Chapter 3: The trouble with teachers Part 2
January 31st 2007 14:09
Have you ever thrown up on a teach. I did. When I was young if I over did the activity like running I would upchuck. But I always wanted to do as much as I could to keep up with the other kids. Well, it was all or nothing with my gym teacher Mr. Nelson. I had him for gym through grade school. He would make all the kids do laps around the gym 5 to 10 times. I could make it about three laps before I started feeling sick to my stomach. My mom tried to talk to him, but he thought she was just giving her little (like some other girls) an excuse.
He learned his lesson early one class when I came up to him after a few laps and said, “ I feel...” and puked on his shoes. I was so embarrasses, but I enjoyed it just a little. The bad thing is from that point he didn’t want me doing anything in class. I had to sit on the steps in the gym while the other kids got to play games. Other gym teachers just let me do what I could as long as I promised to rest when I really had to. I was on a winning broomball team, volleyball team and basketball team. I was last picked a few times, but not always because my friends always knew I would give it my all to contribute.
My Dad’s parents died in a car accident when a drunk driver hit them. I was 4. It was right before my brother was born. My family was devastated. I just thought Jesus needed my grandma to help feed Bambi’s mother. My third grade teacher, Mrs. Bequeath, had been my Dad and his siblings’ teacher. Plus my grandmother did her hair, so she know all the good and bad about my medical problems. She missed my grandmother and I look a lot like her.
Mrs. Bequeath gave me plenty of attention and positive reenforcement. I have never come across a teach that has praised me so much for average work. But she did have the best intentions and at the time I loved it because I needed the confidence boost. I remember when I finished a timed math test she was as proud of me as I was proud of my self. Plus the ones I got wrong she went over with me to may sure I understood how to get the right answer. I had only gotten a C on the test, but I finished with the other kids in my class. I got a treat when I received a B on a spelling test. I really worked hard to memorize those words and she knew how hard I had to work. There was another teacher, Mrs. Fornadel, that my grandma had known too. When I got that B, Mrs. Bequeath to me over to her class room to tell her too and she game me another treat. We disrupted two classrooms all because I got a B on a spelling test. Maybe it was a little much, but at the time I really think I needed some positive feed back from teachers.
He learned his lesson early one class when I came up to him after a few laps and said, “ I feel...” and puked on his shoes. I was so embarrasses, but I enjoyed it just a little. The bad thing is from that point he didn’t want me doing anything in class. I had to sit on the steps in the gym while the other kids got to play games. Other gym teachers just let me do what I could as long as I promised to rest when I really had to. I was on a winning broomball team, volleyball team and basketball team. I was last picked a few times, but not always because my friends always knew I would give it my all to contribute.
My Dad’s parents died in a car accident when a drunk driver hit them. I was 4. It was right before my brother was born. My family was devastated. I just thought Jesus needed my grandma to help feed Bambi’s mother. My third grade teacher, Mrs. Bequeath, had been my Dad and his siblings’ teacher. Plus my grandmother did her hair, so she know all the good and bad about my medical problems. She missed my grandmother and I look a lot like her.
Mrs. Bequeath gave me plenty of attention and positive reenforcement. I have never come across a teach that has praised me so much for average work. But she did have the best intentions and at the time I loved it because I needed the confidence boost. I remember when I finished a timed math test she was as proud of me as I was proud of my self. Plus the ones I got wrong she went over with me to may sure I understood how to get the right answer. I had only gotten a C on the test, but I finished with the other kids in my class. I got a treat when I received a B on a spelling test. I really worked hard to memorize those words and she knew how hard I had to work. There was another teacher, Mrs. Fornadel, that my grandma had known too. When I got that B, Mrs. Bequeath to me over to her class room to tell her too and she game me another treat. We disrupted two classrooms all because I got a B on a spelling test. Maybe it was a little much, but at the time I really think I needed some positive feed back from teachers.
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