Originally posted by amaradangeli
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Right about the time we started in with REAL coursework, we took these little placement tests, just so he could see where we were and to pass some time, I guess. Well, he took one look at mine, gave it back to me with a sticky note that said "You do not belong in this class. You will not be happy until you move to the college-level Advanced Placement class." I did. Our first assignment in my new class, he passed mine back to me with another note that said "This is where you belong."
Anywho, after the AP exams in May, we had a month of nothing to do, so what was on the curriculum? Yup. The Crucible. Same thing. Reading aloud in class, watching the film, writing reports. Well, the teacher saw me bored to tears-- and I'm serious here. Tears. So he looked over his bookshelf, pulled out Jane Eyre, and tossed it to me. "See how you like that. Report back when you're done."
I devoured it, and the scene where Rochester confesses his love to Jane had me laughing out loud. The part where he says, "What? You don't believe me?" and Jane fires back with a "No, I don't." Hah, that girl had some spunk!
I just loved it, and I always had a soft spot for that teacher. He was one who really considered what his students needed, not only to be happy, but to do well. And this was a teacher my sister had two years before I did, and usually when that happens they all judged me against her performance (and were usually surprised that we weren't anything alike), but this one didn't ever consider besides a "your sister was in here a couple years ago, right?" on the first day of class.
He's one of the people who have had a lot of influence on my passion for the written word.
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