Dear Mrs. Pendergrass,
The first moment I walked into Room B327 I thought that you were gonna be this really cool/sassy/generally kind teacher. The ones where they have so much sarcastic remarks to say but they can't say them because it isn't an appropriate time. But I have come to realize that I was false (well, sort of). I still think that you're cool and such, but you are also very kind. Which is also very "cool" of you too.
Ever since that time you have been my favorite teacher. I have had really nice teachers, but aren't very good at teaching, and I have had teachers that are good at teaching, but they aren't very nice. However, you're good at teaching and nice. Which I think is the total package, and is pretty cool. This is only one of the numerous reason as to why you're my favorite teacher. Some of these reasons are obvious and "kind of a duh" but some of them may be a surprise, but a really fabulous surprise.
I also didn't know what I would be getting myself into walking into this classroom. I was excited because English had always been my favorite subject, but I wasn't sure of whether I could fulfill the tasks that were handed to me. But somehow I managed to do so, and I believe that you were apart of that process. Well actually you definitely were because you taught me triple the amount of knowledge in these past two semesters than in any of my previous years of school.
As I tried to be able to succeed in my tasks, I remember our first group discussions. I was quiet and didn't talk very much, I felt misplaced and really awkward. Then whenever I talked I was thinking to myself "no one look at me" because it was so uncomfortable and weird talking about what I thought about a novel. Through multiple discussions and working really hard to feel comfortable I finally felt secure. I could just say "This is what I thought, and if you don't agree that's cool it's okay to be wrong", just kidding. But in all seriousness, I found comfort in trying to speak, maybe sometimes a little too much comfort because I tend to have a loud mouth and I sometimes speak when I probably shouldn't. But, I think that can be a good thing sometimes.
I especially found comfort just with talking to people in the class. When I first sat down, I hate to say that I looked at people and thought "ugh stop trying to hard" or "those shoes don't go with your outfit" or maybe even "awe it's cute you let your little sister do you're makeup for the first day of school" But as I got to know people more I realized, "hey, their little sister didn't do their makeup" No I'm just kidding, I didn't really think these things, but I did think a lot of the people in this class were odd. And now that I know them they still are, but I'm a little odd too so we're all a little odd together.
I am closing this letter by letting you know that you're odd too (in the most fabulous way of course). In fact, you're the odd people leader because you're the teacher so you have to be. But in all seriousness, it has been a blast to have you as my teacher. You will forever go down as the best teacher I have had the privilege to experience. You have taught me so much in a certain amount of time. All I can say is thank you, because you have no idea how thankful I am to be able to come in everyday and just smile. You truly are a great teacher, and I wish you luck with upcoming classes. If anybody messes with you send them to me, I'll let them know what's up. You're the bomb PG.
Love,
Michael
The first moment I walked into Room B327 I thought that you were gonna be this really cool/sassy/generally kind teacher. The ones where they have so much sarcastic remarks to say but they can't say them because it isn't an appropriate time. But I have come to realize that I was false (well, sort of). I still think that you're cool and such, but you are also very kind. Which is also very "cool" of you too.
Ever since that time you have been my favorite teacher. I have had really nice teachers, but aren't very good at teaching, and I have had teachers that are good at teaching, but they aren't very nice. However, you're good at teaching and nice. Which I think is the total package, and is pretty cool. This is only one of the numerous reason as to why you're my favorite teacher. Some of these reasons are obvious and "kind of a duh" but some of them may be a surprise, but a really fabulous surprise.
I also didn't know what I would be getting myself into walking into this classroom. I was excited because English had always been my favorite subject, but I wasn't sure of whether I could fulfill the tasks that were handed to me. But somehow I managed to do so, and I believe that you were apart of that process. Well actually you definitely were because you taught me triple the amount of knowledge in these past two semesters than in any of my previous years of school.
As I tried to be able to succeed in my tasks, I remember our first group discussions. I was quiet and didn't talk very much, I felt misplaced and really awkward. Then whenever I talked I was thinking to myself "no one look at me" because it was so uncomfortable and weird talking about what I thought about a novel. Through multiple discussions and working really hard to feel comfortable I finally felt secure. I could just say "This is what I thought, and if you don't agree that's cool it's okay to be wrong", just kidding. But in all seriousness, I found comfort in trying to speak, maybe sometimes a little too much comfort because I tend to have a loud mouth and I sometimes speak when I probably shouldn't. But, I think that can be a good thing sometimes.
I especially found comfort just with talking to people in the class. When I first sat down, I hate to say that I looked at people and thought "ugh stop trying to hard" or "those shoes don't go with your outfit" or maybe even "awe it's cute you let your little sister do you're makeup for the first day of school" But as I got to know people more I realized, "hey, their little sister didn't do their makeup" No I'm just kidding, I didn't really think these things, but I did think a lot of the people in this class were odd. And now that I know them they still are, but I'm a little odd too so we're all a little odd together.
I am closing this letter by letting you know that you're odd too (in the most fabulous way of course). In fact, you're the odd people leader because you're the teacher so you have to be. But in all seriousness, it has been a blast to have you as my teacher. You will forever go down as the best teacher I have had the privilege to experience. You have taught me so much in a certain amount of time. All I can say is thank you, because you have no idea how thankful I am to be able to come in everyday and just smile. You truly are a great teacher, and I wish you luck with upcoming classes. If anybody messes with you send them to me, I'll let them know what's up. You're the bomb PG.
Love,
Michael