Personal Narrative: The Woman In The Classroom

I remember all the children; white, black, Hispanic, and so much more. I had never seen so many different colored people all in one school. I remember walking up to two women, one black, one white. Their names were Mrs. Brown and Ms. Mallard. Mrs. Brown had light orange curly hair, very tall, and a Jamaican accent. Ms. Mallard, on the other hand, had blonde curly hair, average height, no accent, and green eyes. She spoke very articulately, pronouncing each word fully. My mother and watched the two women greet us with their “hellos.”
I was very shy, so I didn’t say much. Mother did all the talking really. She introduced us to the two women before us. I didn’t listen that much because I was too focused on the other children in the building. Although …show more content…
My teachers told us to check out these books that had little-colored dots on the spine. They were called A R books. I realized these women were not playing games when it came to this reading subject. Mrs. Brown would take some of the other students back to the classroom and would have “reading table”. Ms. Mallard would keep the rest of the students in the Media Center and would read to them there. Most of the time I would go with Mrs. Brown. We would sit at this mooned- shaped table and she would read stories to us. When the class was in the whole group we would practice our letters, sounds, vowels and consonants, even whole …show more content…
I could not stand to sit inside as the other kids went outside and played with their friends. But now I realized that Mrs. Brown and Ms. Mallard made those reading circles help me. Mr. Anthony and Ms. Kacey read and wrote with me to help me. My mom made me stay inside by myself and learn so she can help me. She made me come home and practice more so she could help me. All these pushed me to be the best. There is a poem I love written by the mayor of Newark, New Jersey. It goes,” I am beautiful on purpose. I come in many shades and styles. I am outstanding. From the way, I walk, to the way I talk. I am intelligent. I can do anything I put my mind to. And create whatever I think of. I am already a success because I study, I learn, and I work hard. My school needs me. My family needs me. And my community needs me. I will let nothing or no one stand it my way. Knowing the world is because I was, and it will be because I am.