I’m my math teacher's worst nightmare. Not because I’m not respectful or I do not try in their class. It is because they know that they will have to answer one of my questions of the day every day and it could be about anything. My questions range from what is your favorite food to how would you get rid of a dead body.
This tradition started on the first day of school of my sophomore year. My first bell class was Honors Geometry and you can probably imagine how excited we were to start the day off with our hardest class. Our teacher finished going over the class guidelines with 15 minutes left in the bell; so he asked for questions. Nobody seemed willing to ask a question. He then asked for a random question …show more content…
The class erupted with laughter while my teacher tried to think of an answer. He finally answered that David Berkowitz was his favorite, because he thought that dogs could talk to him. That was the extent of our discussion, or so I thought. The next day of school my teacher asked me if I had a new question for him. I did not expect to be asked for another question, because I was a shy kid. I did not have many friends and I wasn’t used to being the center of attention. I had to quickly think of a question. I finally came up with one and got the same response from the class. I was a little overwhelmed with the reaction my questions were getting because I never experienced this …show more content…
I look back on who I was and realize that, if I’d never asked that first question, I would still be that shy kid who was more like a robot than a human. I would not have a great job working with all of my friends at Kroger, because I would not have made those connections to get the job. I would not be center snare in the drumline. I would not be the person that I am today, with the friends that I have today. I would not have been able to accomplish these things, had I not asked my teacher about his favorite serial killer on the first day of school my sophomore