Personal Narrative: Mrs. Shoemaker

Everyone knows that one person who never seems to lose their cool or give up. My seventh grade teacher, Mrs. Shoemaker, was that person who never seemed to lose it. She taught many students who created a plethora of stress and heartache. Additionally, she helped me understand and finish hair-pulling assignments. I spent my junior high days at Eureka Middle School. There, I spent an hour in Mrs. Shoemaker’s literature class. When I walked into her classroom on day one, I knew I would enjoy her. She was a middle-aged teacher with an especially soft voice. Quick to smile and tell fun stories, I knew Mrs. Shoemaker would would soon become one of my favorites. Coming into her class, I never possessed a great amount of patience. One of the things that really frustrated me was when students constantly blurt random stuff out. This seemed to be some of the boys’ aptitudes in that class, because it seemed they never could hush up and listen. I don’t know if they just did not think and immediately said what came to mind or what, but I soon became aggravated. The approach Mrs. Shoemaker used surprised me. She decided to quietly calm everyone down. When she first tried to get
Shoemaker’s class I had recess. Since my friends and I usually didn’t get down to the gym fast enough, we didn’t always get a ball to mess around with. So we instead decided to stay in her class during that time. We had loads of fun creating memories upon memories that will never be forgotten. Memories like when we put on impaired driving goggles and stumbled over everything. Memories of us eating all her yummy peanut butter filled pretzels and asking for help on assignments. I had grammar with a different teacher but if I did not understand something, I would ask Mrs. Shoemaker. She would always explain the homework to me. Also, if I had to write an essay she would help me and then look over it for mistakes. Making me a stronger person today, Mrs. Shoemaker never let me give