As I entered the school trailer in pre-K, I was super excited to show my two teachers what I had learned at home. One was a female, blonde frizzy hair, probably in her forty to fifties, with terrible makeup and the other one I don’t quite remember as I think she didn’t have any extraordinary features. I really wanted to show them what I had learned but class had begun and I didn’t want to interrupt them. When I found the opportunity to raise my hand and they picked on me, I was ready to show them what I had learned. “I know how to spell water! It’s W-A-T-E-R” I said. “Wow, great job Alex!” they probably said. I was quite the show-off in class and often I was in competition with my other friends John, Kimberly and Donovan. One day, John and
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Garuccio was actually a really good teacher and taught really well. She would always read us The Devil’s Arithmetic and would always cry throughout the story. I had also created a website for the class and showed it to her and she was really proud of me. I had constantly copied the homework questions from the math textbook onto the website because sometimes people forgot to bring home their math textbooks. I later found out this was a bad idea because I didn’t have a phone back then and had to type all the questions down one by one. One day I didn’t feel like posting the homework questions onto the website and relied on my classmates remembering to bring home their textbooks. One of my classmates named Victoria was one of those sassy girls who often cheated on tests and that day she didn’t forgot to bring her math textbook home. “Why didn’t you do your homework Victoria? You have no excuse because the homework is posted on the class website!” yelled Mrs. Garuccio. At that point I felt extreme guilt as I had got her into trouble. “Well, it wasn’t posted on the website!” said Victoria. “Is this true, Alex?” said Mrs. Garuccio. I had to explain her that it taxed a lot of my time and everything was resolved, but I felt depressed that I didn’t do what I was expected to
Garuccio was actually a really good teacher and taught really well. She would always read us The Devil’s Arithmetic and would always cry throughout the story. I had also created a website for the class and showed it to her and she was really proud of me. I had constantly copied the homework questions from the math textbook onto the website because sometimes people forgot to bring home their math textbooks. I later found out this was a bad idea because I didn’t have a phone back then and had to type all the questions down one by one. One day I didn’t feel like posting the homework questions onto the website and relied on my classmates remembering to bring home their textbooks. One of my classmates named Victoria was one of those sassy girls who often cheated on tests and that day she didn’t forgot to bring her math textbook home. “Why didn’t you do your homework Victoria? You have no excuse because the homework is posted on the class website!” yelled Mrs. Garuccio. At that point I felt extreme guilt as I had got her into trouble. “Well, it wasn’t posted on the website!” said Victoria. “Is this true, Alex?” said Mrs. Garuccio. I had to explain her that it taxed a lot of my time and everything was resolved, but I felt depressed that I didn’t do what I was expected to