The good old days...With MR. LEE

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After reading “Understanding Human Communication" I couldn’t help but pay attention to the section of "Gender and Language.” After last class when we discussed teachers and how they acted on the first day, I couldn’t help but write something about it. Back in High School, I had a teacher my freshman year that was very intimidating. Being a freshman in HS alone was scary enough. Specially, coming from a private school almost all my life to a public HS.

People hated when Mr. LEE, my English teacher, would walk in a room. Normally dressed in a suit and tie everyday he had a vicious and intimidating look on his face all the time. MR.LEE would walk the halls yelling at the “skippers” to go to class. He really wanted to see who could handle him and his attitude. Those who could would make it to college and have successful careers. And that was what he wanted for all of us, even though we didn’t care at the time. For the first three weeks of school he failed us in every assignment we did. I WAS FREAKED OUT. It was all about directions and process for him and every teacher was different. He was one of few in our school that scared students. He rarely opened up to people even until my senior year when I asked him to write a recommendation for me. Though a great man, the way he acted in class was normally how he acted in general and it gave me a reason to believe that he was like everyone else. Trying to give us a taste of reality in the real world and how people acted, rather then immature “hard ass’s” that people thought they were in HS and disrespecting teachers and starting fights and so on.

I personally really respected him as a teacher and knew how dedicated he was. He was actually my favorite teacher and I don’t know why. He didn’t care how many people hated him; it never changed his ways of teaching and his habits in classrooms. He was very strict, but I saw right through it simply because English was his passion and if I showed interest and dedication he would respect me equally as I did him. Because of him, I had more of an appreciation for literature and group activities through his assignments. I learned from my mistakes through failing and succeeding in his classes. I liked that he was hard on us because it pushed me. I took him every year after that. As all people say it either works or doesn’t work. In this case, I enjoyed his classes and intimidations because it helped me get over my fears on opening up and asking questions as well as general conversations with adults and teachers. (470)