Abuse In High School

Essay 1 It was the fourth grade where learning started becoming less enjoyable and more of a chore to do. I blame the teacher I had, and still blame her for such a horrible experience I had. She was completely biased when dealing with me. I still don’t know what I did to make her hate me that much. I was a pretty good kid; didn’t get in much trouble, had decent grades, and got along with everyone. Yet I would get detention slips at least once a week or she would make me stay inside her classroom during our snack and lunch periods so I would clean her room. Throughout that year I noticed that I was the only one who would get such harsh treatment from her. If the other kids did something wrong they were let off with a warning. My grades were horrendous that year compared to my previous ones. Now for a fourth grader that’s a big deal, especially with the pressure my parents would put me under at such a young age to do well in school.

The year ended and I had finally gotten rid of her. Fifth grade came and went so smoothly, without the numerous detention slips and principal office visits. I went back during my high school sophomore year to an open house because my brother went to that school and I saw her. She noticed me and very smugly

I created many lasting friendships in that class, strengthened the ones I already had, and had a very incredible learning experience. The atmosphere in that class was just so different from any other class I had. It was so laid back and fun while still very serious and educational. The only class that has had this same feeling for me has been my senior year world history class. A class where you feel extremely comfortable with everyone is just so exhilarating and learning becomes so enjoyable. English class did have it ups and downs. My teacher was pregnant that year and we only had her for 2 weeks before she left for maternity