Last year, during my senior year in high school, I became
pregnant. Being pregnant in high school is hard. People are always criticizing
you to your face or behind your back. Nobody understands what it is like to be
in someone else’s shoes. When you don’t understand a situation, you give the
person respect, encouragement, and offer them help. Especially as an adult
teacher in high school; you act like an adult, not a gossipy, overly-dramatic
high school girl. It is for this reason alone as to why I didn’t like you. You
gave me a reason not to like you. I tried to look past the mistreatment you
gave your special ed students; but, you treated everyone like that, except for
your cheerleaders you coached. You acted just like them. Snobby, two-faced,
bitchy, and squished everybody beneath your feet. Nobody likes you. No, not
even the other teachers you work with. You act like you know everything and are
everything. Do yourself a favor and stop talking behind people’s backs, maybe
you would get some acquaintances. You crossed the line with me when you thought
you could talk about me. Yes, I was pregnant in high school, but it doesn’t
mean that I’m not a person. I was still a student. How dare you try to assume
that I would fail classes, drop out, or not graduate high school. Just because
there are stereotypes about pregnant girls does not mean that they are
applicable to me. I am glad that I graduated high school with highest honors
for the year; this way, I don’t have to see you again.
This was a special education teacher that was at my high school. I never really had a chance to spill my guts about how I thought about her. I never hate or dislike someone without a set cause. She gave me a cause. She always acted like she was top dog to everyone; but, in reality, she’s just the queen of the damned.
This was a special education teacher that was at my high school. I never really had a chance to spill my guts about how I thought about her. I never hate or dislike someone without a set cause. She gave me a cause. She always acted like she was top dog to everyone; but, in reality, she’s just the queen of the damned.
I thought the idea of writing a letter about your hands worked nicely. Here I don't think addressing this teacher directly is paying off. Sometimes anger powers a piece, sometimes the emotion (as here) just drives it off the rails--my opinion anyway.
ReplyDeleteWe certainly see what a bitch Miss Cheerleadercoach was, but we never quite get a single story or particular example of her abusing you, never a "There was this one time when she said to me, "--."
I've never had a teacher verbally call me out to my face. This was the only teacher who ever talked behind my back. I have been lucky and had all very kind teachers. Should I redo this piece?
DeleteThese first assignments are warmuip exercises, chances for me to get to know your writing a little. Later in the semester with longer pieces, I sometimes ask for rewrites, but almost never with the grafs.
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