Graf #2 Worst Teacher
I never really had any horrible teachers. They all treated me with respect and kindness. I did however have a teacher with a horrible method of teaching.
The year was 1993. The class was American History. The teacher, well I won’t mention names, but he was tall with white hair and had to most boring, lull you to sleep, speaking voice. I knew I was in trouble the very first day of class.
On the first day of class the teacher immediately told us to open our text books(circa 1970’s) and the agony of American History began. The teacher proceeded to read directly from the text book verbatim! For 80 minutes, three times a week he read on in his long, drawn out, sleep inducing voice.
I can remember more than once nodding off out of sheer boredom only to feel a gentle hand on my shoulder from the teacher as he passed by my desk with his book, never taking his eyes off the text he was reading.
Needless to say, I barely passed American History. I was never so happy to get out of a class in all my life. The next year The History teacher retired, and I was sad to see him go, he was very nice after all.
I just had to add this little tidbit to my graf. I showed this to my mother to get her opinion on it. The funny thing is, she also had this same teacher for American History when she was in high school. She laughed and shook her head as she read what I wrote. Then she looked at me and said, “ I remember him, he was the most boring teacher I ever had. I used to do my shorthand homework or sleep in his class while he read from his book to us.” This teacher had kept his same teaching style for more than seventeen years!
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Graf #1 Hands
When I look at my hands I see two rings that define who I am. One ring signifies the girl who turned wife, who has worked for the love and respect of one man, and a girl who has grown into a woman because of that love.
The second ring signifies the wife and mother who has realized the meaning of love and family. This ring represents, a husband, and three individual children who will be with me through the good and the bad times.
On these hands are the symbols of love, but these hands have done so much more. From the caresses when showing my husband how much I love him to the clenching of fists when he has done something to piss me off.
These hands have nurtured three children from the time they were born, feeding bottles, changing diapers, cradling heads when the tears wouldn't stop, rubbing sore tummies, putting Band-Aids on boo-boos and giving a spank here and there when it was needed.
Yes, these rings on my hands are only metal and stones, but to me they are the symbols of myself. Lover and friend, nurse and teacher, nurturer and disciplinarian, and most significant of all, wife and mother.
When I look at my hands I see two rings that define who I am. One ring signifies the girl who turned wife, who has worked for the love and respect of one man, and a girl who has grown into a woman because of that love.
The second ring signifies the wife and mother who has realized the meaning of love and family. This ring represents, a husband, and three individual children who will be with me through the good and the bad times.
On these hands are the symbols of love, but these hands have done so much more. From the caresses when showing my husband how much I love him to the clenching of fists when he has done something to piss me off.
These hands have nurtured three children from the time they were born, feeding bottles, changing diapers, cradling heads when the tears wouldn't stop, rubbing sore tummies, putting Band-Aids on boo-boos and giving a spank here and there when it was needed.
Yes, these rings on my hands are only metal and stones, but to me they are the symbols of myself. Lover and friend, nurse and teacher, nurturer and disciplinarian, and most significant of all, wife and mother.
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