The first time I met her was when she was a substitute for my chorus class. She sat up near her podium with a big smile on her face. I didn’t know much about her at that time, but some upperclassmen would always tell me that she was a complex teacher. They would say, “she assigns more homework than any other teacher and expects you to know what she is talking about.” I never got a good impression of her from any of the upperclassmen. Although I had a flawed impression of her, Mrs. Niestradt became the most influential teacher that I had ever had. Mrs. Niestradt had an impact on my life because she was self-confident, challenged her students, and was supportive. Mrs. Niestradt’s appearance always gave the impression that she was a confident
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Niestradt walked into the classroom every day, my classmates and I knew that she was going to keep us busy the entire class period. She was different than many of my other teachers. One of the habits I had when I walked into the classroom every day was look at the old whiteboard on the left side of the classroom. The old, scratched whiteboard listed all of the things we were going to do on that day. The first time I glanced at the whiteboard I was shocked with the type of workload we would have. When she would have a load of papers on the sleek, black surface of the table near her podium, some of my classmates would mutter under their breaths. Not many of my classmates appreciated Mrs. Niestradt’s way of teaching. However, I did. When we would take notes, she would let us write down what was on the smartboard. She then would eloquently explain what certain things meant and added details to what she had on the board. After we learned the lesson, she would make us write what we thought about certain things we learned. She challenged us to use our minds and think in ways that many teachers didn’t. She didn’t want us to only write down what we thought, but relate to our own lives when we wrote. Although it seemed like she assigned hours and hours of homework, Mrs. Niestradt was getting us ready for college. She challenged us because she wanted us to succeed. She motivated us to do our best and wanted us to achieve our goals. She put a workload on us
Niestradt walked into the classroom every day, my classmates and I knew that she was going to keep us busy the entire class period. She was different than many of my other teachers. One of the habits I had when I walked into the classroom every day was look at the old whiteboard on the left side of the classroom. The old, scratched whiteboard listed all of the things we were going to do on that day. The first time I glanced at the whiteboard I was shocked with the type of workload we would have. When she would have a load of papers on the sleek, black surface of the table near her podium, some of my classmates would mutter under their breaths. Not many of my classmates appreciated Mrs. Niestradt’s way of teaching. However, I did. When we would take notes, she would let us write down what was on the smartboard. She then would eloquently explain what certain things meant and added details to what she had on the board. After we learned the lesson, she would make us write what we thought about certain things we learned. She challenged us to use our minds and think in ways that many teachers didn’t. She didn’t want us to only write down what we thought, but relate to our own lives when we wrote. Although it seemed like she assigned hours and hours of homework, Mrs. Niestradt was getting us ready for college. She challenged us because she wanted us to succeed. She motivated us to do our best and wanted us to achieve our goals. She put a workload on us