Whenever I was in the eighth grade I was put into a few classes with a teacher I knew that I was not going to like. The first day of school I walked the dreadful walk to her classroom after science class and knew that Mrs. Jackson was going to be horrible. I was never really the student who had to study throughout middle school, so whenever I was put into Honors English, I just knew that I had set myself up for failure. Mrs. Jackson was one of those teachers who loved her job, you could see it in the way she smiled, she loved the way that a book could change someones