Personal Narrative: Moving To A New School

“Wrong answer Laurran, do it again,” Mrs. Taylor raised her voice at me. The room went silent. Nobody was talking or moving, to scared to get scolded by Mrs. Taylor. I always wondered who would want to marry her, or how she treated her kids at home. I honestly feel bad for her two kids if she treated her own students this way. I sat there, my eyes tearing up from embarrassment and failure. Mrs. Taylor doesn't understand how hard it is; doing math that is a grade above your level of experience. She doesn’t understand the pressure that is on me from my parents to do good and from the older kids in my class to show them I’m not dumb and I can do this.

Moving to a new school is always hard. Its even harder when you are the only one in your grade because the school is so small. The principal kept me in the 5th grade, but had me do 6th school work. It was one month into the school and I was struggling to keep up with the work and
I thought if my math teacher could not teach me, who could? I did not want to go school, I was terrified of my teacher. Not only was she my math teacher, but Mrs.Taylor was also my english teacher. I have always wanted to go to school, but this teacher just made learning miserable. When it was getting a little more into the school year and my personality was coming out Mrs.Taylor just got more demanding. She wanted me to do extra work so I can practise. In my mind I thought ‘ how can I practise when I do not even know what I am supposed to do?’ I just even more discouraged. I always did my homework; too scared of getting yelled at for not even trying. Mrs. Taylor thought I was just lazy when I would skip numbers, but in reality I just didn’t know how to do them. You may be thinking “Why did you not speak up and defend yourself?” When I was 10 years old I was shy, quiet and a reserved person. I didn’t want to speak up if that lead to having attention being thrown at