Mr Anderson Narrative

Thinking and unfolding crumpled papers from my first three years here, I remember how horrific and terrifying the first day was. I specifically remember taking deep breaths in and out as the bus unloaded all the students. Before I had gotten on the bus, my mother stood on the porch outside, and I blew at least three kisses to her as I walked down the driveway, and she blew one last kiss to me before I turned around to hop up the steep stairs. By the middle of the day, I began to cry and tried to sneak out to the bathroom. I was crying because I had missed my mom, and the four hours I had been there were far too long. When I was in second grade, I had just finished my addition/subtraction test, and I walked up to Mrs. Lund right behind Hannah, and I patiently sat there until I was next. While we were talking, Mrs. Lund received a phone call and once she hung up her face had softened right away, and she looked down at me while her eyes pleaded with mine. “Jenna, I’m very sorry to tell you this, but …show more content…
Anderson. Ms. Anderson is somebody you would picture better as a friend, rather than a teacher. She is always so bubbly and cheerful whenever I see her, and she makes me want to be more like her. I desire to be bubblier and open to ideas, rather than uptight and stubborn. She has taught me how to become a more detailed writer, along with better grammar usage. Ms. Anderson is not the only one who has led me to be who I am today though.My friends, Jade, Tayler, and Priscilla have all shown me different ways to deal with problems, and if I hadn't gone to North Cape, then I wouldn't be who I am today. Every person at North Cape has influenced me one way or another, whether it be positive or negative. I am truly grateful to have had such an astonishing education here throughout my years with great role models and