“Were going to Miami on a field trip!” my algebra teacher in high school said to us on the first day of class. He was so eccentric and full of great ideas on how to learn. I was inspired and I couldn’t wait for what was next.
A whisper in your ear to the point you can feel his hot breath on your neck, caressing of your hair, and a hand on your shoulder is what was next. My teacher sexually harassed more than half of the girls in our class.
I loathe anything to do with mathematics. (Word Count 100)
Assigned seats, a student’s worst nightmare. However, all of my best friends were in the M and N’s, I was excited. I find my seat and am sitting behind the A’s away from everyone. AP History, already a dreadful class, was now my least favorite to attend. My teacher kept me after class one day and expressed his reasoning for the seating adjustment. He believed in me. He separated me from distractions to help me flourish and that I did. I scored a 4 on the AP exam and finally discovered my capabilities. All it takes is that one person to believe. (Word Count 100)
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