Eng111 Robert Cowgill
The Need for Acceptable Teachers
Have you ever had an educational experience be so profoundly terrible that it loomed for most of your academic career? I have. Ms. Quinn’s teaching style, or lack thereof, for my third and fourth grade years – that’s right, I had her for two years, not just one – scarred me for much of my childhood. I didn’t do much to help my case, though. I set the record in the school for most number of tardies in a year. I had thirty one tardies in my third grade year and the front office lady was so nice that I probably should have had twice that. Some of it was my mom’s and my fault, but most of it was Ms. Quinn’s fault. Ms. Quinn, pronounced “mizz” because she was divorced (go figure), was not happy about the tardies at all. She would sit me down and ask me whose fault it was that I was late and I would usually say my mom’s because I didn’t want her going after my sister and I surely didn’t want the wrath of Ms. Quinn thrown upon me. She was terrifying. It was just kind of Ms. Quinn’s overall demeanor towards me during class that got to me. When we would do the monthly reading comprehension tests, she did anything but help me. I kind of have this problem of thinking while I read, so I will get done with a paragraph and have a very vague recollection of what I had just read. In the past, most teachers would help me along the way during my explanation. Do little gentle reminders of what I had just read. Not Ms. Quinn. It was like talking to a brick wall. It was like if I got one of the questions right, a part of her suddenly died. She was the meanest person I think I’ve ever run across. But, like I said earlier I think it was her overall demeanor toward me that turned me off of her. I remember one time she needed something from the back of the room. Instead of just getting up and getting it, she decided to send me back to get it, knowing full well that I have tremendous anxiety around a lot of people. I didn’t know...
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