Leaf Day
There are those teachers who just “get” you. There are more who don’t, but it’s the ones who do that can make all the difference (or so I used to think). My child-hating first-grade teacher Ms. Gordon didn’t “get” me. So when I forget all about Leaf Day it’s dreadful. And trying to finish the assignment by skipping class only increases my negligence. However, When Ms. Gordon shows a little leniency and decides not to fail me it has a lasting impact on me and significantly changes my view of teachers, even the seemingly incompetent ones.
Our teacher Ms. Gordon divides the class into three sections based on skills; rivers, ponds, and lakes. Even though I’m only a lake I can quickly deduce which is the slow one. Now, even among the …show more content…
I assume it’s a coincidence, but when I glance to the nearest river, Emily Anderson, and take in her yellow folder with a smiling leaf and the words Leaf Day, I think, “oh no”. So I get permission to use the bathroom and escape outside to collect my leaves, which turns out to be quite interesting. I could stay out for hours, but there are two things I don’t realize. One, I’m picking leaves right outside of my classroom window. Two, Ms. Gordon has been making a case to have me transferred to Rogan Elementary for their special education …show more content…
Keep in mind that I’m a lake. Ms. Gordon then demands that I empty my conspicuously stuffed pockets. I hand over several baggies of moist towelettes, but no leaves. I forgot them in the bathroom, so I’m clean. Nonetheless, Ms. Gordon decides to send me to the principal’s office, which is fine. I appreciate the kind secretary and the highlights magazines, but mainly the peace. I’m intimidated by how wild the other kids are. That’s the funny thing. Ms. Gordon sees it that, she is order; and I chaos. But actually, I’m on her side. I try to follow the rules and I stress out if the other kids
There are those teachers who just “get” you. There are more who don’t, but it’s the ones who do that can make all the difference (or so I used to think). My child-hating first-grade teacher Ms. Gordon didn’t “get” me. So when I forget all about Leaf Day it’s dreadful. And trying to finish the assignment by skipping class only increases my negligence. However, When Ms. Gordon shows a little leniency and decides not to fail me it has a lasting impact on me and significantly changes my view of teachers, even the seemingly incompetent ones.
Our teacher Ms. Gordon divides the class into three sections based on skills; rivers, ponds, and lakes. Even though I’m only a lake I can quickly deduce which is the slow one. Now, even among the …show more content…
I assume it’s a coincidence, but when I glance to the nearest river, Emily Anderson, and take in her yellow folder with a smiling leaf and the words Leaf Day, I think, “oh no”. So I get permission to use the bathroom and escape outside to collect my leaves, which turns out to be quite interesting. I could stay out for hours, but there are two things I don’t realize. One, I’m picking leaves right outside of my classroom window. Two, Ms. Gordon has been making a case to have me transferred to Rogan Elementary for their special education …show more content…
Keep in mind that I’m a lake. Ms. Gordon then demands that I empty my conspicuously stuffed pockets. I hand over several baggies of moist towelettes, but no leaves. I forgot them in the bathroom, so I’m clean. Nonetheless, Ms. Gordon decides to send me to the principal’s office, which is fine. I appreciate the kind secretary and the highlights magazines, but mainly the peace. I’m intimidated by how wild the other kids are. That’s the funny thing. Ms. Gordon sees it that, she is order; and I chaos. But actually, I’m on her side. I try to follow the rules and I stress out if the other kids