2006-11-01 15:36:49 · 8 answers · asked by ? 3 in Entertainment & Music ➔ Polls & Surveys
My mom and dad...
My mom taught me how to read and write. And she was my teacher until grade 9. I am deeply grateful and could never repay her for what she went through. My fondest memory is when she used to ask me to read to her and then she'd fall asleep. I loved that....
And my dad is my teacher of life. He teaches me about religion and politics and stories and religious affiliations and people and everything like that. He's amazing. I remember our conversations the most... i like just hearing him speak. He makes sense and doesn't get angry or too emotionally involved. He explains both sides. And i think that's where i get my neutrality from. I can tell a story without choosing sides...
2006-11-01 15:50:06 · answer #1 · answered by falzalnz 6 · 1⤊ 0⤋
My sixth grade teacher. Her name was Miss. Wright but her nickname was Miss Wrong! Kids hated her. I dreaded entering the sixth grade because of all the horrible rumours about Miss Wright. She was so strict! I grew to love her for it! She demanded so much of us. She demanded the best and therefore you had to try to produce the best. One day, she told the class she would be down the hall for a few minutes. We were to continue our desk work until she returned. Well, When she left, Everyone jumped out of their seats and began to act wild. I never misbehaved in class. But my girlfriend called me into the hallway and I went to see her in the hall. We were not to ever leave the class without permission from Miss Wright. Well guess who was there to meet me in the hall. Miss wright of course. She pulled me aside and told me how disappointed she was in me. My heart broke. I respected this woman so much. I thought I had let her down. I cried. She told me not to cry. Just don't do it again. Later that in the year, the class put money together and bought her a wedding present to say thank you. (a glass platter). By the end of the school year, I grew to respect her like I had never respected any other adult aside from my parents. I visited her every year after I left the sixth grade. I'm in an adult now and I still visit her! She's been in life ever since. I love her very much. She taught me more than just book knowledge. She taught me to seek knowledge, apply to your life and pass your knowledge onto others.
2006-11-02 00:00:32 · answer #2 · answered by luvmuzik 6 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Mrs. Perry from second grade. She was very nice, and had a nice smile. That was a long time ago. Can you say 1965.
2006-11-01 23:40:27 · answer #3 · answered by Dorkboy 7 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Yea an English and History professor, she pushed me hard to succeed, and not take the easy way out
2006-11-01 23:42:49 · answer #4 · answered by JustJane 6 · 1⤊ 0⤋
My first grade teacher. She always hugged me and left red lip mark on my cheek or forehead. This was when it was still OK to hug and kiss your first graders.
2006-11-01 23:41:20 · answer #5 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋
My T.A. in university took me to her house and took care of me when I had a skull fracture.
2006-11-01 23:43:00 · answer #6 · answered by AJ F 3 · 1⤊ 0⤋
7th grade Math- she made it understandable and I really enjoyed it then
2006-11-01 23:38:52 · answer #7 · answered by chinadoll31645 3 · 1⤊ 0⤋
my fourth grade teacher. she had a big butt.
2006-11-01 23:39:58 · answer #8 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 1⤋