Slowly I pull myself up from my warm, soft bed on a breezy August morning. All I can hear is my mom shouting, “Wake up! Wake up!” It is the first day of school. “Dreadful 9th grade,” I thought to myself. All I can think about is my new school, and how I do not know anyone. As I stand in front of the mirror brushing my teeth, big drops of tears pour down my face. I beg and plead with my mom to take me out of school; however, that is not an option. When I get to school, all I see is bright canary yellow buses everywhere. Shortly after I walk into the big, tall doors of my high school, a sense of devastation spreads through me. My palms are red and clammy, and my stomach was in knots. As I walk in the classroom, I meet the teacher at the door, and she smiles from ear to ear and welcomes me into class. I breathe a sigh of relief, and I scurry to my desk. Since then, school does not seem nearly as dreadful, and I actually enjoy going to school for several reasons. Mrs. Smith is such a great teacher because she is caring, has a great …show more content…
Teachers that care tend to go the extra mile to make sure every student is successful. The way a teacher cares about their students is what creates a positive and supportive relationship between students and teachers. Mrs. Smith’s style of teaching helped me become a better student and actually take writing and grammar seriously. I then started writing short essays just to practice, and Mrs. Smith would always let me know that I did a great job. Then she would show me what I needed to improve. My grades improved tremendously, and I made an A on the end of the year research paper. I felt a sense of accomplishment, and that I actually done something right. This was a side of me that I had never seen. I was so proud of all the hard work, and late nights I spent studying and writing. For once in my life, I actually enjoyed going to school, and could not wait to get