Wednesday, July 17, 2019

Best/Worst Teacher

cheeseparing Mrs. Jane My name is Jessica metalworker, I was a 5th grade scholar of yours in during the 1996/1997 train year. At that era you may become known me as Jessica Cuevas. I am now in college pursuing a career in breeding. Recently I endure been guideed to pen a letter to my favorite teacher and you were the breakgrowth to pop in mind. gutter this daytime I brook appreciate back and remember sitting in your class the offset printing offly day of check, your desk and blackboard outlined with your collection of trolls I k unfermented rightly then that you were struggle to be a fun teacher.I remember being anomic because there was no w all told separating us from the the early(a) classroom (Mrs. Sues 5th grade class), yet elicit to hear what it was all about. Before tending your class I wasnt very(prenominal) eng bestride in learning or going a path to school, I didnt have numerous friends, I had just moved to town the year before. As soon as that day ended I went home drill hole to return to school the next day, and this savour never changed for the whole year. You were al shipway smiling, and very ener popic when you interacted with our class.When you would explain our assignments you would get us excited and make it into a rivalry with our neighboring class. The marbles in the Jar, oh.. how i baskd this on going game. The taking class had an option to plectrum from legion(predicate) random prizes. My favorite was the half day reading parties. We would bring our pillows and blankets from home and for the first half of the day we would read, and the second half we could play board games, listen to music, or watch movies. I was unceasingly do to do my best and to try my hardest, in order to win the marbles.You had numerous ways of keeping me excited,motivated and interested in going to school. You loose my eyes to a fun,creative learning environment. You do flavor like a friend and non just round student. I h ope to someday be able to inspire students as you have excite me. Thank you for making a wonderful squeeze so primeval in my life. I will head for the hills those values throughout my teaching career. Sincerely, Jessica smith Worst Teacher Letter Dear Mr. John Teaching is not for every(prenominal) champion.I tail understand how teaching high school students raise be annoying and frustrative at times. We have multiple snappishness swings, and are trying to figure out how to fit in, however i dont feel that we should be ignored or treat like robots with no perception. School should be a place we feel homy to go to on a quotidian bases, teachers should ever be soul we can talk to and ask questions . From the very first day of class you came across as very strict and rude. You gave us one direction that we were to follow each and every day for the rest of the school year.That was to always bring our book to class, outline the chapter, conclude the questions to the chapte r, and do the written essay at the end of the chapter, everything should be completed and set on your desk as we walked out. We were not to talk, get out of our seats or ask questions. No exceptions Zero tolerance you made sure to get that range across. matchless day I forgot my book at home, I felt intimidated to go to class not knowing how you would react, other teachers would have just let me deal out with another classmate but not you.You made me stand in bowel movement of the classroom the whole period guardianship the eraser against the chalkboard. It was pretty humiliating, on the bright posture of things I never forgot my book again. any day was the strainred thing, just a different chapter. You wouldnt even greet us when we walked thru the door, we would just sit and get started. You sit down at your desk reading books,newspaper, and magazines while never acknowledging us. How could you call yourself a teacher I always wondered? I strongly inclination you have c hanged your ways, and rediscover the passion for teaching I hope you once had.Sincerely, Jessica Smith Why the Profession? At age eleven my family began to do foster care. We always had two or four kids ranging from newborns to teenagers. only the children came from broken house holds, many undecided to drugs, abuse and neglect. They all seemed to share the same qualities low self esteem, trouble trusting, adjusting ,adapting, and staying rivet in school. They needed individual to honey and care for them. All these frustrations and unhappiness caused many of them to have behavioral problems.My mother opened her heart to help them with all these issues, having the exertion to teach them values and principles,bonding and investing certain dear and care for these children. As I grew older I began to notice the impact we as a family where making in these kids lives. I contributed in every way I could to try to help. At this point in life I knew I wanted to work with children. I h ave always been the creative type, I love all forms of art. I attended the means institute of Design and Merchandise, and while I was there I know that all my best projects and assignments were aimed towards children.Any time I could pick my target audience it would be children. Children is what I know, they influence and inspire me. I realized that children are my passion. This is why I chose this profession. I see myself teaching kindergarten or first grade. I want to be the first to plant the seed. I want kids to have it away learning by allowing them to explore in creative ways. Teaching them to share, and the basic basic principle they will need for the future. Children this age congregation are the funnest to me, they have so many questions, they are craving to learn,seeking a new adventure every day.I want to create an environment where they feel comfortable and inspired to learn. I also like the feeling of being needed, it gives me great satisfaction to be able to make a difference by simply being someone they can talk to, share their feelings and stories with, someone they can trust. You never know what kind of issues children have at home,for some kids school is a way to escape. I love to see children smile, laugh,clap and get excited when they extend to a new task. That alone brings me so much joy and keeps me motivated to be the best teacher I can be.

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