During a discussion, if I have the slightest grammar mistake, she’ll rectify it. At those times, she truly reminds me that she’s a English teacher. When I’m sad or something happened to me, I run to her and vent. She’ll be there to listen and make me feel a hundred times better. Oddly enough, I also tell her about cute boys and she tells me to flirt. Or, sometimes, we pass time discussing how great Jack Johnson is. Then I wonder, who is she? a English teacher? a mentor? as friend? a motivator?

There’s only one answer to those numerous questions, yes she’s just every one of those roles in my life. In August, she was titled as my English teacher and nothing else. My first impression of her was, “Oh wow, she’s scary.” On the first class, I still remember, she wanted to get everything accomplished so she rushed us and kept us on task like a military commander. I was literally freaked out about the rest of the year. Yet, the next class she was so kind and laid back. I was alleviated. Somehow as time passed, my English teacher became somebody who went over and beyond her job and provided comfort for me at school.

Now, I feel comfortable stopping by her room here and there talking about my life in general. When I send her a freak out email, she’ll kindly reply and let me take a breath. When I feel like giving up and hopeless, she starts spilling out her high vocabulary making me feel worthy. She made me realize that I enjoy writing. Moreover, she helped me grow as a writer, which lead me in writing my favorite essay. I feel like she has become somebody who knows me well enough to keep me reaching for my goal. Yesterday, when I sent her a email telling her that I don’t I’ll be going to college, she replied saying she’ll write my recommendations. I can’t wait until I graduate and she adds me on facebook, I bet it’ll be a whole different part of her that I’ll get to find out. Moreover, despite the end of my amazing English class, I’ll be seeing her too often next year. Maybe I should pay a rent in her room. Anyways, she did a good job flooding the room with tears today. I sincerely respect her with all my heart and love her for all she’s done for me and also for making me realize my love for writing. Ms.Patterson, Ms. P, Ms. Patty- you won’t be my English teacher anymore, but you’ll still be my favorite teacher.

“I’m not saying, but I’m just saying.”

To end the blog in Ms. P style, Cheers!

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