More Than Just A Teacher by Miracle

More Than Just A Teacher by Miracle - June 2021 Scholarship Essay

When I reflect on all the teachers I’ve had throughout the years, one specific teacher always comes to mind immediately. For the story, we will name her Mrs. Rose. I had her for two years in a row as my teacher and then one year as the PE coach. The second and third grades were already tough years for me, but this teacher just seemed to make it even harder. I dreaded going to her class and seeing her every day. She was my only teacher, so she taught all the subjects. She has affected me that even today, I can describe to you precisely what she looks like and the smell of her perfume.
Sometimes you can just tell when a person just doesn’t like you. No words need to be said. Body language I learned at a young age will tell you more than someone’s words. She taught that. She didn’t need to say that I wasn’t her favorite student. I could tell by the way she was around me compared to other students. Being that young, I blamed myself and wondered what was wrong with me. Why doesn’t Mrs. Rose like me? What can I do to make her like me? I wasn’t a bad student. I didn’t cause any trouble and did what Mrs. Rose asked. I made good grades and participated in class. I didn’t know what else she wanted from me.
在二年级时,我们学习发音。我有come from a new school, so phonics was something new for me. I had never even heard of it before. All the other students in my class had worked on it in the previous year and were more familiar than I was. Mrs. Rose made sure to let the class know that I was behind in phonics and my ability to grasp the concept. I was a new student, and the last thing I wanted was not to make friends. I remember that day begging my parents to take me to the bookstore to buy phonics books. I worked every day after school to improve, and when it was time to show how much I grown and learned with the extra practice, I was left disappointed. I thought by showing Mrs. Rose that I did know phonics that she would like me more, but nothing changed.
I continued to push myself just to please her, but after many failed attempts, I stopped. Many nights I cried over her and just wanted some sort of explanation of what I did wrong to her. She affected young me. I struggled with my confidence, not only with my work but with myself. Those years she was my teacher, I shut down and was just was trying to get through the school year.
If I could talk to her today, I would tell her thank you. At the time, I didn’t realize that she was teaching me valuable lessons. I do not look to others for acceptance. If a person does not like me, then they just don’t like me. I won’t go out of my way to make you accept me. She pushed me at a young age to strive in my education. I do not owe all my success in school to her, but she did contribute to the student I am today. I pushed myself for her in hopes of making her proud. I now push myself because I want to make myself proud. She also taught me to love myself. That no matter what, I always have my own back. She was more than just a teacher but a lesson for me to observe. I may not have the best memories of Mrs. Rose, and she was definitely not my favorite teacher, but she did have an influence on the person I am today.