An Unforgettable Teaching Experience :: Personal Narrative Essays

It was an extremely sweltering hot afternoon. I started my conformation with the three kids from a fairly big family. The kitchen was to a fault noisy for me to conduct my class actually but I had adapted to this teaching atmosphere and as usual I started to teach their youngest sister Emily and subsequent his two elder brothers John and Jack in turn. I was quite comfort with her demurely manner. John is a retarded child since he was born. He is still learning the very simple calculation of a year ones child and had difficulty in learning ABC. His brother is even worse mop up than him. Besides the mathematics that puzzling him forever, he has a very queer habit that is he would sharpen his pencils up to two dozens before my class ended and he always lost his stationary or belongings after each schools day. He even past motion or urine in front of his classmates. I was once get annoyed when I accidentally stepped on his faeces. I personally considered myse lf a thoughtful and diligent teacher. I tried my best to open the generation-gap between us. I wish and try to keep on loving them . But today is a very unusual day . I blamed the hot weather that aroused his suspicion and despised his ability in the calculation given to him. He hanged my explanation and keep to ignore my teaching even though I hauled them over the coals. For nearly and hour , no sum nor words were written. Visibly the papers and his mind was mindless too. In my mind, I am paid to conduct this class and I have to finish my designated assignments with them to be said as a diligent teacher. Without hesitation, I canned Johns brother and he who seemed to be caring of his younger brother Jack started to mutter in a low voice complaining that I shouldnt beat his brother. On hearing his grumble, his mother who has mentally-illness too approached him and started to tease his son saying that he doesnt has the ability to do such an easy sum at the age of 17.