Bighuey wrote:Did you ever think that maybe she was the one who broke your dinosaur?
I thought about that yes, and I also thought that maybe she could've told the boy to do it.... But in the end I knew it wouldn't do any good to argue, so I just went on about my own business and cried for my stegosuarus.
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads only lives one.
Thats sad. Ive never had any really mean teachers, Ive had some very strict ones who went by the book. I remember a Mrs. Bandy in paticular, she was the terror of the 6th grade. She was a tough old nut, if you were acting off in class, she had this ruler she would always carry, smacking it in her palm of her hand like some Nazi SS trooper, and she would whack you on the back of the head with it to get your attention. But by the end of the school year I decided she wasnt so bad. I had a lot of respect for her.
It's a pity, but I had no such inspirational person in my life. And to tell the truth I don't know is it good or bad. But judging by my experience if I had such teacher in my life the independence of my personality would be not so wide and beneficial as well.