She storms into the classroom in her skinny pants and high heels and the door slams shut behind her with a loud thud. My attention is ripped away from the warm-up exercise that was left at the front of the classroom for us to begin upon arriving. I look up from my desk near the windows and my eyes move across the room to find my Spanish teacher, with her tight clothing, messy and excessive makeup, jingling gold jewelry, and a can of Diet Coke in one hand. There are wrinkles in her face and dark circles under her eyes. The feeling of nerves pooling in my stomach is almost instant. A heavy silence falls over the room that was filled with conversation and laughter just seconds ago. My classmates and I sit and wait with baited breath as our teacher stares at us with an almost blank, slightly angry expression.
Señora Webster stands at the front of the classroom leaning back against the edge of her desk, with a piece of paper clutched in one hand. One of my classmates, Pat, who is always answering questions, volunteering to do anything he …show more content…
I was excited to start learning the subject and be able to practice speaking the language with my older sister, who had a real passion and talent for it. My first Spanish teacher, Señora Toole, was a very kind, motherly, and understanding person. I remember staying after school on countless occasions to get some extra help. She would sit down with me and say “Okay, what are you struggling with? Let’s try to figure this out,” and talk me through things. I never felt like a burden to her or that she was tired of helping me. She frequently told me: “You can do this, just stop doubting yourself so much!” She made a real effort to give me everything I needed to succeed and I did. She tried to make every class period engaging and enjoyable for her students, which had a huge impact on how we all felt about the
Señora Webster stands at the front of the classroom leaning back against the edge of her desk, with a piece of paper clutched in one hand. One of my classmates, Pat, who is always answering questions, volunteering to do anything he …show more content…
I was excited to start learning the subject and be able to practice speaking the language with my older sister, who had a real passion and talent for it. My first Spanish teacher, Señora Toole, was a very kind, motherly, and understanding person. I remember staying after school on countless occasions to get some extra help. She would sit down with me and say “Okay, what are you struggling with? Let’s try to figure this out,” and talk me through things. I never felt like a burden to her or that she was tired of helping me. She frequently told me: “You can do this, just stop doubting yourself so much!” She made a real effort to give me everything I needed to succeed and I did. She tried to make every class period engaging and enjoyable for her students, which had a huge impact on how we all felt about the