Personal Narrative: Mrs. Lambert

I got the chance to interview a wonderful person, Ms. Breyonia Sterling. Breyonia resides here in Savannah, Ga and she is 18 years old. Her birthday is April 8th, which qualifies her to be an Aries. Breyonia Sterling is a wonderful person because she has an admirable personality, she is very success- driven, and has some unique favorites. I also learned while interviewing her that we have a lot in common.

As high school freshmen, most kids do not get very excited about walking into their College Preparatory Biology class, but I sure did! Everyday I looked forward to Mrs. Wilson's 3rd period biology lesson because she never disappointed. Mrs. Wilson was a special kind of teacher, she was the type to turn boring lectures into a captivating learning tale and had the gift of making tests enjoyable with her creative illustrations. Yes, you read that right, I enjoyed her tests. One day, Mrs. Wilson presented us with a demanding project; “Okay class, I am challenging you to create the BEST “Bunnimoose.” she announced. As we sat there with puzzled faces, she went further into explanation.

As part of the greater push at that grade level to introduce kids to a greater depth of books, Mrs. Oak created a game that would award points based on the number and length of books that you read, with a prize being given to the winner at the end of every month (usually candy). Now being the clever nine year old brat that I was, I decided to game the system by quickly flipping through a great number of small children’s books every day. While this did put me ahead on points, I was completely avoiding the entire point of the game. So to Mrs. Oak’s great credit, she decided to limit the number of books I could check out of the school’s library to three per week. With my lead in the literary scoreboard slipping away, I checked out a book that

Alice Smith is a 28-year-old, single Millennium woman, whom is self-assertive. She is a secondary school teacher at Landis Intermediate School in Vineland New Jersey. Alice enjoyed the fundamentals of math, so she followed in her father’s footsteps. And became an 8 grade Mathematics teacher.

So we are not related by DNA but through marriage. Many years ago I was told by my cousins that Carl was abusive and his family took him back to Austria. He never went back to Austria, because he is in fact in NYC, not far from my grandmother and her new partner Joe Michitsch. In 1930 all the younger children were in orphanages, except the older boys. My mother resided with my grandmother and her father Joe Michitsch. On the 1940 census all the older Mantel boys living with their mother, Anna and my mother.. Carl may have gone back to Austria or died. My two aunts, Rose and Ann Mantel were in an orphanage as well. I am not sure if Ann was a Michitsch or a Mantel, but she was originally born with my grandmother’s maiden name. Interestingly,

The person I have chosen to do my essay on is Mrs. Gardner. Mrs. Gardner is my advisory teacher. When I first started school here at Potosi High School, I had a very difficult time adjusting to this new place. I had come fresh out of a homeschooling program and before that, I attended a small private school. I was scared that I wouldn't do well in this school. I was especially nervous about grade checks. I've always been a good student and made good grades, but I was worried that the stress of switching schools would get to me and I'd struggle. Mrs. Gardner has been encouraging and empathetic to me since day one. She has reminded me not to worry so much and that as long as I'm doing my best, that's all that matters. She has taught me

“Thank you. It scares me to think I might be going to jail. I can’t be in there with those dirty people,” Louise said, hugging herself ready to cry.

Ciaran Mallory, the coldly passionate Scottish werewolf. She’d spent one single night in his castle as his captive, prey to his every sexual whim.

My name is Rebecca Cooper I was born on June 17 1998 in San Diego California in a hospital called ciser perminente childeren’s hospital. I lived there until I was 7 then I moved to little old Corvallis Monana where I currently live. I started public school in 3 grade but due to the fact I can’t read I was put back a grade. I have moved around this whole Bitterroot valley but maintained my education in the Corvallis school district. I am currently an eleventh grader in Corvallis High

During first semester, Mu Alpha Theta, a math honors society. The chapter in my high school requires its members to fulfill a minimum of 7 service hours. These hours were obtained through the tutoring of high school students in lower level math courses. The student I tutored expressed a great dislike and frustration in mathematics. Every Monday afternoon, it was the same situation: I would see a failed test or an unfinished homework assignment. I wanted to help them get better, therefore each Monday I would sit down with him for an hour, sometimes later, and we would go over those questions together. One session, we sat down and they pulled out a recent test. I was ecstatic to see they had improved on a topic we had worked on!

Everyone defines high school as the base of your career, were magnificent teachers providing knowledge to help you exceed in life. But tell me how are we supposed to exceed while having teachers who does not provide enough information for my understanding? My senior year of high school I was placed in a math class with an instructor who goes under the name if Mrs. Power, but rather known as Mrs. Pointless. "Ok class everyone quiet!” are the exact words Mrs. Powers would say before starting class. She made class dull and pointless. By far she is the worst teacher I have had. She had little knowledge of what she was teaching in class, had out dated policies and lastly was extremely rude.

A few weeks later our first math test was handed out, when I got it everything on the test looked foreign to me except the fractions. I knew I didn’t do well and I felt stupid. My grades from there on slipped to failing grades.

In eighth grade, I was playing in a scholastic bowl tournament at the sectional level. We were 2 questions away from winning the tournament, and advancing to state. A math question was asked; we had to multiply two polynomials. While I was working, the other team buzzed in and answered incorrectly. I waited on my answer, because I wasn’t sure that I had the right answer, and I wanted to make my team proud. Finally, I buzzed in at the last moment and answered correctly, but the question had to be thrown out due to a technicality. We were devastated. The replacement question was a literature question, a topic that we are not strong in. I was disheartened and had practically given up at that point. However the game wasn’t over. I consider this

“Whatever, what do you need help with now I got you,” Echoed back Lucy. Lucy was the smart one was already offered full ride scholarships to 7 colleges and she’s only 16 like the rest of our messed up squad or whatever she likes to call it we’d be a pod if we were dolphins or a herd if we were buffalo. She was so funny in a weird way but she didn’t look like a nerd. She didn’t have those funky piggy tails or geek glasses, she had long blonde hair and emerald green eyes and I swore wore leggings every day.

I had gotten a 27 out of 30. After class that day my math teacher (Mrs. Parrish or my favorite teacher in the world.) held me after class to talk. According to what my teacher told me I wasn’t going to be in Algebra in 8th grade. Days went by and I was upset what had happened.