Personal Narrative: Life After High School

It was the end of third grade and all of my friends and I were talking about who we wanted as a teacher the next year. Everyone wanted Mrs. Graham or Mrs. Friend because they were considered the “nicer” teachers. I didn’t really care who I had as long as they didn’t yell very much because it always scared me when they did that. I was the kid who always got upset when I saw that the teachers were yelling or mad at someone. My mom had told me that she didn’t request any certain teacher for me to have so it was going to be a surprise the next year when I found out. Summer was finally coming to an end and my mom found out who my teacher was going to be. I had gotten Mrs. Friend, and I couldn’t have been happier. Every day she asked me how I was, which always put a smile on my face. At the end of that year, I was so upset that I wasn’t …show more content…
Little did I know, she was moving up to fifth grade and I was going to be in her class again. The first day of fifth grade, we took pictures in her class because we were all wearing the same matching purple shirts that the school gave us to wear. Each of us stood in front of a beach background, which was Mrs. Friend’s theme in her classroom, to take group pictures for the month you were born in. It was really fun because she gave us flower lays, hats, and maracas to use for the pictures. After that we discussed her rules and went over the typical things a teacher would say on the first day of school. She was the same caring person she was the year before and I was so excited. I remember one specific time that I was really upset and she pulled me out of class to talk to me. After she asked me if I was okay and if there was anything she could do, she gave me a hug and that was when I realized I wanted to be exactly like her. I wanted to be nice to