Essay II, draft 3
It was not until my junior year of high school that I started really caring about my schoolwork. I was very determined to raise my grade point average and start applying myself. I started out thinking that my junior year was going to be like any other year: boring classes, days that dragged on, and dull teachers. That year, however, I came to realize that without some of my teachers, I probably would not have worked as hard as I did in school. When I decided to start taking an interest in my classes, I was given an extra push that encouraged me not to give up but to work to my full potential.
Miss Julie Neal, a short, plump, and jolly young woman who loved wearing purple, was my physics teacher. Ms. Neal was not the most popular teacher, but she did her job well. Always prepared for class everyday, she would greet us in the morning with a bright smile as she held her Starbucks in her hand. Now, science never had been my strongest subject. Because physics was so different than any other science course that I had taken, I was a little scared of how I would do in that class. It turned out that I was actually very good at physics; it just came easy to me. I like how physics applies to real life rather than things that probably never will be useful knowledge. While I had the highest grade in the class, Ms. Neal always would be happy to help me out whenever I needed it or answer any question that I had for her. I really felt comfortable in her classroom, and I loved how it was okay if I wanted to raise my hand or ask a question, instead of being quiet and blending in with the sleepy, bored crowd.
My teacher for my junior language arts class was Jason Appling. This man is not Essay II, draft 3
only a teacher to me, but also he is one of the most influential people in my life. I always talked to him about everything, and he would listen. Appling is six feet, four inches tall, has a big gut, and...