As we get older we find more and more joy in our memories. We become grateful for how the simplest and smallest things made us so happy and fill us with such happiness and leave us with smiles on our faces. As we get older we often wish those times hadn’t gone by so fast and that school, work and life were that simple and so laid back again. Though most of us like thinking of the past, we have to simply take a look back in time and leave it there, in the past, so we can experience new things and have new memories to look back on in the future. This chapter is about my look back into the past.
I actually started school a year early in pre-k. When it came time to start pre-k my birthday fell just a few days before the dead-line for enrollment …show more content…
I remember I made the super fitness field day team in PE, which was fun. I also remember really struggling with my math teacher, Mrs. Freeman and I remember making good friends with a new girl who just arrived named Eliza. Eliza, my friend Dylan and I made a “notebook” in math and we would take a page in this notebook and take turns starting to draw a picture each day and we would draw something and pass the notebook to each other and that person would add on to the picture the person before them drew until the page was full. That notebook meant a lot to me, I still have it actually. I also remember having an awesome history teacher named Mr. Suttle, he would bring his guitar in and sing to us and claimed he was in a band and really taught us lots of history and allowed us to listen to music from the time period we were studying and videos about the culture and traditions of that time period. Every day I would come home and tell my mom awesome history stories from class and tons of facts she could honestly care less about. I also remember having a reading teacher whose daughters were in the same grade as me and at the same time her husband was the coach for the football team here. His name was Mr. Bennett and her name was Mrs. Bennett. I remember that after first semester, her and her husband moved to Florida where he got a football coaching position at a college but they liked it in Florida because that’s where they were originally from anyway. There was my language arts teacher and homeroom teacher Mrs. Starling. Mrs. Starling is an amazing teacher and I actually already knew her because her son Erick Starling, whom you might know and I had been in the same grade and school since primary school. Mrs. Starling loves me to death and I love her, she was like a second mother to me. As a teacher I remember her reading The Giver to us and making a terrarium in a two liter bottle in her class. My favorite memories were watching school
I actually started school a year early in pre-k. When it came time to start pre-k my birthday fell just a few days before the dead-line for enrollment …show more content…
I remember I made the super fitness field day team in PE, which was fun. I also remember really struggling with my math teacher, Mrs. Freeman and I remember making good friends with a new girl who just arrived named Eliza. Eliza, my friend Dylan and I made a “notebook” in math and we would take a page in this notebook and take turns starting to draw a picture each day and we would draw something and pass the notebook to each other and that person would add on to the picture the person before them drew until the page was full. That notebook meant a lot to me, I still have it actually. I also remember having an awesome history teacher named Mr. Suttle, he would bring his guitar in and sing to us and claimed he was in a band and really taught us lots of history and allowed us to listen to music from the time period we were studying and videos about the culture and traditions of that time period. Every day I would come home and tell my mom awesome history stories from class and tons of facts she could honestly care less about. I also remember having a reading teacher whose daughters were in the same grade as me and at the same time her husband was the coach for the football team here. His name was Mr. Bennett and her name was Mrs. Bennett. I remember that after first semester, her and her husband moved to Florida where he got a football coaching position at a college but they liked it in Florida because that’s where they were originally from anyway. There was my language arts teacher and homeroom teacher Mrs. Starling. Mrs. Starling is an amazing teacher and I actually already knew her because her son Erick Starling, whom you might know and I had been in the same grade and school since primary school. Mrs. Starling loves me to death and I love her, she was like a second mother to me. As a teacher I remember her reading The Giver to us and making a terrarium in a two liter bottle in her class. My favorite memories were watching school