Mrs. Rose †The ninth grade task master!

The teacher I most dream up as a great teacher in my years of schooling would definitely be Mrs. Rose, my 9th grade English teacher. Mrs. Rose combined the qualities of motivation, attainment and content mastery in a way that I understood remember today. As a freshman in high school, I had non been exposed to some(prenominal) terribly difficult courses. Most of the next-to-last high work I did was simply answering questions or piece reports which did not book to well-cite or even grammatic eachy correct. I acquire quickly that, because I was relatively smart to begin with, I could jack off away with a minimum of effort and studying.Mrs. Rose changed all that. On the first day she mentioned the usual cultivation grading, pop quizzes, class materials and behavior expectations. I had heard all this before, so I half-listened, planting accomplished expression on my face while my mind wandered. Imagine my blow when we had a pop quiz of the first days information the very n ext day I did very poorly, to which I was not accustomed. Worse yet, now my teachers first impression of me was that of a slacker. I had to wake up and work extra hard to turn of events up that first low quiz grade. Looking back, I am sure that was precisely her intention for all of us.As the year progressed, we were all subjected to coursework the likes of which simply did not exist in junior high. We had to learn grammar, diagram sentences, write essay upon essay and read countless novels and plays without the luxury of drop curtains Notes. This era was pre-internet study aids We tried to complain that we had no foundation for this to which Mrs. Rose replied, If that is true, it is neither your fault nor mine. Unfortunately, we must correct it.She could perish just the right amount of feeling for my battle with the semi-colon with the rigor of the program itself. She let my misuse go a couple of times, scarcely on the third incident, I got an F for punctuation in my essay. I was take aback and asked her to let me revise it (again). She said no. From that point on, I have neer, to my knowledge, misused a semicolon however, I find such examples frequently in magazines and newspapers now. Again, that particular strategy worked wonders for me and all the others in my class. Her encouragement wasnt overdone, but I could tell she really wanted me to learn.At times, I would be seized by jealousy when my friends in other classes would laugh at how well their English class was, how like 8th grade it was, and how they were getting unproblematic As. I had to work hard for my grades and resented their extra free time. Later, though, I understood the importance of my 9th grade English class and Mrs. Rose. I did not struggle nearly as much as my peers in pep pill level high school classes and in college courses where professors were even more than demanding. I firmly cogitate that Mrs. Rose knew more about grammar and writing than both of them and was gratef ul that I had a chance to learn from her early on in my education rather than have to suffer later.Mrs. Rose, who I believe has now passed away, was an exemplary teacher. Try as I might, I could never devise a sentence she could not diagram. She seemed to take pride in my educational victories, such as my high SAT verbal whip and my college acceptance. As a result, I decided to become a teacher myself and attempt to emulate Mrs. Rose in all that I do in my classes. I, from experience now, know that Mrs. Rose did not receive any monetary rewards for her commitment to teaching. In fact, our rewards as teachers are much more internal. However, I am confident that she knew her influence on me because I told her, as did many other students I knew. When a student tells me how much I have helped them, I know how she felt then.