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English was always easy for me, but that changed the first day I walked into Mrs. Johnson-Dahrouge's class. I'd heard rumors from former students: they said she was strict and intimidating, that her class was impossible to pass, and that I was... (more »)

Changing for gym isn't optional; believe me, every year I try something new to get out of it. But whether it's “I forgot my clothes at home,” or “I feel sick,” Mrs. Geisz always has some item for you to wear from the lost and found, or the... (more »)

It was the first day of sixth grade. I kept hearing whispered tales about the infamous Math 7 and Algebra teacher – stories of late nights and insane amounts of work. A year later, it was my time to meet the woman who had generated all the... (more »)

When some people decide they want to be teachers, they go to college, get a degree, and find a job at a school. They prepare lesson plans, give out homework, and make up tests. But when they walk out of school, they leave being a teacher behind.... (more »)

In this essay I could tell you that my teacher is everything a good teacher should be, but that would be a lie. My teacher isn't everything a good teacher should be – he is everything an exemplary teacher should be. The teacher I speak of is Mr.... (more »)

Isaac Newton. Charles Darwin. Albert Einstein. These names should be familiar. They belong to some of the most famous scientists in history. Marie Curie. Jane Goodall. Rachel Zimmerman. Dorothy Hodgkin. Also brilliant scientists – who happen to... (more »)

I'd never before had a teacher who asked his students to illustrate the ending of “Beowulf,” or draw pictures of Samuel Taylor Coleridge's “Kubla Khan” on the blackboard, or make up Mad Libs for Lord Byron's “When We Two Parted,” or... (more »)

What most people think of as a teacher is very different from my definition. I believe that a teacher is one who gives time to help and educate, but is not necessarily paid. This can include friends, peers, parents, even the cashier at the grocery... (more »)

“Mr. Miller?” I said as I walked into Room 207, nervously clutching my paper with both hands as I pushed the door open with my foot. Mr. Miller turned around slowly, with the composure of a well-trained fighter. It didn't matter that he... (more »)

I've often been told not to judge a book by its cover. But I never really understood this until my sophomore year, when I had Mr. Poss for World Geography. The summer before, I had seen him at the school a few times. I was surprised that he... (more »)