Personal Narrative: Obscurity Of Figure

Obscurity of Figures I have always been really bad at math; even now, as much as my interest in the subject has increased over time, sometimes, I still find it difficult to keep up. “Am I dumb?”, I always asked myself every time my math teacher, Mr. Jones ordered me to leave the class to join a smaller study group in a room on the opposite side of the school, when I could not keep up. The study group was made up of “dumb” people. Dumb only because that was the tag used by the rest of the school to refer to us. It was embarrassing when he said “I am going to need you to go join the group, we both know you can’t keep up here.” It is just math right? Day in, and day out, I asked myself why everyone else understood these complicated formulas …show more content…
Harper was the total opposite of Mr. Jones she was patient, taking the time to listen to student’s questions and if one could not comprehend a lesson she would take time out of her day to make sure that one understood what she was teaching. Most of all she always had a smile on her face that made her look more approachable and made one feel comfortable during her lectures. She made it her duty that everyone was on the same page and that nobody was left behind. One could tell she loved teaching. It was as if that’s what she was born to do. Unlike Mr. Jones who was one of the worst teachers I have ever had. He made others feel unwanted in his classroom. As though he did not want to be a teacher or he did not like children. Every morning he made it seem like he was being forced to be there rather than him wanting to be there doing something he enjoys. He never explained a lesson fully. He skipped steps when solving problems saying we should have learned the material earlier on or brush it up, telling us we should be able to get it with more practice. How can one practice what one does not know? My grades kept got lower at a varying geometric progression, while my hatred for the subject spiked up at the same rate. My mom was very angry once she found out about my declining grade. She sent my teacher an email demanding why my grades were so low and asked if extra help could be organized to enable me to catch up. Once I got to school the next day he took me off to the side …show more content…
Jones had been fired I received a new room assignment for the new math teacher who was going to be replacing him. Building D room 230 Algebra with Mrs. Harper. UGH! Help! I thought to myself. It was the first day of school after the weekend and I had to attend math what a tragedy. I had already made up in my mind that this would be one of the worst days of my life. Once I arrived in the class I automatically took a seat at the back; which came naturally to me since I had been doing that since the start of the school year. I did that to avoid being asked questions that I knew I could not