Many, many years ago, I had a 7th grade English teacher that was universally hated. She was an older, bosomy woman who wore glasses on a chain and had many rules for us girls. We couldn't cross our legs (had to cross at the ankle), couldn't sit on one of our legs (I'm bad about that), and all of the students had to refer to each other as "Mr.__" and "Miss ___". Yech.
We had to read Time magazine Every Week. Read, read, read. It was an obsession with her. Then she moved to writing. Write, write, write. That red pencil of hers would fly all over my compositions. We couldn't wait until 8th grade.
BUT, most of my adult life, I have been a subscriber to Time magazine, Newsweek magazine, Wall Street Journal, NYTimes, etc. I read, read, read. And she taught me to write well. I now remember the red pencil with gratitude and will thank her all my days for the many gifts she bestowed on an unwilling, snotty, surly little 7th grader.
2007-02-08 15:46:28
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answered by Anonymous
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I had a teacher during my senior year who inspired me to do exactly what I want in life. She was my AP English teacher. She told my class that we were a special group and once said, "You are all very sensitive. You will suffer because of the way the world is. That is why you have to go into a field that you ignites the passions that you hold. That's the only way you can make a difference and it's the only way you will stop suffering."
After that speech, I knew I had to major in English when I went to college. And I did! :-D
2007-02-08 12:01:02
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answered by YSIC 7
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I had a teacher that , while teaching me the classics, inspired me to think for myself and never take anybody elses conclusions at face value. I was encouraged to translate the content in ways that were meaningful to me and was not told that I was wrong.
2007-02-08 10:13:15
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answered by Anonymous
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