Childhood is one of the most developmental times in a person’s life. We learn to read, to write, and to count numbers. Unfortunately, I almost failed to have this part of my educational journey fulfilled. Over the years I had several instances, involving the misfortune of my family, in which I felt as if education was unnecessary. I was easily discouraged and was determined not to succeed. My father was not in my life to help me learn and my mother was incapable, and was against, assisting me in my education. The only place I found salvation was at school through my teachers; three specific individuals helped me understand education is the key to a worthy and successful life, and without it I was always going to be susceptible to failure. Mrs. …show more content…
Albertina was the sweetest second grade teacher at Wenonah Elementary School; her biggest priority was always her students and their education. She never failed to exhibit new activities to maintain student’s interest in education. She created “show and tell” a method in which we all used something we cared about to present to the class through an oral presentation and a written paper, educational games to improve our memory and counting skills were always accessible in her class, and dum-dum lollipops were always in excess for students who excelled in class work. All of her usual tactics had worked for decades upon decades, until she met me. Previous to joining Mrs. Albertina’s class, I had switched schools twice, in one year, and was feeling extremely pessimistic about my life as a student. I was unwilling to make friends, unwilling to listen to her, and unwilling to learn all together. My mother showed little concern for my actions and allowed me to behave in school however I deemed appropriate. If I did not want to learn, it was my issue not hers. Mrs. Albertina recognized this and encouraged me to learn by trying to explain how much potential I truly had. She would show me my abilities by sitting individually with me and examining what I could do with a book or a math problem. One thing I always remember her exclaiming to me was how well I could read and how “I could read so much better if I tried harder”. As a second grader, I did not believe her, nor did I care what she had to say to me. I disregarded her, and continued to doodle on my desk, ignoring her and all the other