Mrs Dunlap Reflection

By far, one of the best teachers I have ever had in all of my years of school, has been my eighth grade English teacher, Mrs. Dunlap. Before I had her class, I enjoyed English, and I enjoyed reading, but I still had struggles with it, and I was not that passionate about it. All of that changed, however, when Mrs. Dunlap was my English teacher. She was someone who truly cared about the subject that they taught- She was invested in every single piece of literature that she taught us, she explained grammar in a way that made it fun (For me, at least), and she was attentive to the learning needs of each and every student. One of my favorite things that Mrs. Dunlap did was independent novel projects. She would assign us a period of three weeks to read a book of our choice. During these three weeks, we read the book, completed a card that went into detail about every main character, and then we would complete an assignment on the book in class when the three weeks was over. I heard all of my classmates complain endlessly about these projects, and I rarely heard of a peer who actually
Dunlap, telling her about ourselves, and we were required to list something that we loved to do. I explained to her that I loved to write and read, and that when I was older I wanted to become an author. She never commented to us individually about these letters, but she always challenged me in my writing, helping me to pursue what I loved. My five paragraph essay skills began and excelled with her, which we all know is a skill that one will need for their whole lives (Or so I think (And do not exactly hope)). I will always, always brag, without any stifling of pride whatsoever, the time that Mrs. Dunlap anonymously used my essay on The Outsiders as the example of what our essays should look like for the whole class. I loved writing before my final year of middle school, and I only continue to love it