Literacy Memoir

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As I reflect it becomes clear to me that I enjoyed writing my junior year in high school. My English teacher Mr. Duckworth was a one of a kind teacher. His classroom was a normal classroom setting with the desk all line up behind one another. All of his students would face the white erase board that was located in the front of the room. He would typically sit at his desk leaning back in his chair giving us instructions on what was to be done in the class. As we sit in the class, all I can hear are my classmates laughing and joking around as he spoke. he would already have an essay topic on the board that was to the right of us that he could easily see from his desk. This was an everyday routine for all of his classes. As we begin to write, I noticed how different classmates of mine would get up to ask for help with their essay. The students who never asked for help usually would end up with a lot of red markings on their essays.
All the students loved Mr. Duckworth with his round glasses and semi bald head. He always wore a button down shirt with khaki pants. He would often talk about different situations that involved his family that would make us laugh. I loved going to his class and writing different papers. Mr. Duckworth one of the best teachers I have ever had. Every time we would come into his class, his teacher assistant Mr. Allen would be sitting right next to him waiting for our class to come in. they both expressed that our class was the best class that he had. As they sat and talked, and would casually lean back and introduce to us what he wanted done.
After introducing the assignment, Mr. Duckworth would stand in front of the class and give us an example of what type of paper he wanted. His use of language always kep...

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...is students scored either a 5 or 6 on the test, which was the highest you could score. Our class was the only people who scored that high throughout the entire 11th grade class. I begin to realize that with his criticism it made me a better writer.
I use to think that any kind of criticism would harm me. I was afraid to ask people to read any paper of mind giving their opinion. Although I thought I was a good writer, Mr. Duckworth helped me realize that everybody needs help when it comes to writing. If it was beginning an essay or not knowing what to do, he was there to help us. Now I realize that asking people for help not only makes me a better writer but it also means that I can take criticism better. Mr. Duckworth encouraged all his students to be the best that they can be and that helped me out a lot. Criticism never harms a person it just makes them better.

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