Personal Writing Bad Teacher

Personal Writing: Bad Teacher

When I was younger, I had a teacher named HAIBUS who was really mean to me. She

was my fourth grade teacher. During that year with her, I got hurt a lot from

falling on the playground; as a result, I often went to the nurse’s office.

After going there a couple of times, over a two-week period, she told me that I

couldn’t go anymore, but I sneaked passed her and went anyway. A week later, I

got hurt again, so I snuck past her again even though she had told me not to go.

That afternoon, she insulted me in front of everybody in the class; thus, I

thought of her as a mean witch. Later that school year, I accidentally placed my

finger in the doorway and someone slammed it without knowing my finger was there.

She didn’t care; therefore, she didn’t tell me what to do. Consequently, I had

to hold the two parts of my finger and run upstairs alone. Even though it hurt a

lot, I was happy to be away from Mrs. HAIBUS, the “witch”, for a couple of weeks.