Teachers: The good and the bad

My favorite teacher I have ever had was Mrs. Zehms, my third grade teacher. I think what made her such a great teacher was the fact that you knew she was having just as much fun teaching as she did when she stared working 20 years earlier. She still had the drive to help all the children in her class succeed. She definately went above and beyond the call of duty for me. My best friend in elemantary school, Zack, had diabetes and he would have to leave math class right before lunch to get an insulin shot. She made it a priority to help him get caught up. Also I loved how eccentric she was. She was kind of like a kid herself. Those as are the best qualities you can have a teacher.

Some of my worst teachers are a totally different story. I wont name any names but some of the qualities they all posess is you can tell they cant wait until they retire. They basically ae counting down the days until they retire. Also my chemistry teacher would just assume you know things about an atom or an ion. So when they tried to explain to you what we were supposed to do you didnt understand what he was saying. But above all the worst quality a techaer can have is not wanting to help a student when they need help. Those kind of teachers that the student is too scared to approach the teacher because they will get mad. Those are the worse qualities you can have as a teacher.

School Struggles

I think one of my biggest struggles in school has been procrastinating. I am actually procrastinating right now while writing this blog. It is definately a problem I need to fix because it leads to really bad time management. It is something I need to work on before I go to college. It leads to bad grades because it is hard to balance golf, work, and school. I think that is why I had such bad grades freshman year because I didnt know how to balance at all. I have slowly started to improve.

High School

Its weird to talk about high school since I am still in it. My experience in high school iis fairly normal. I dont absolutely hate it but I dont love it. I feel like it is a phase you have to get through to get onto your real life. I am just here because I want to get into college and get a good education. This a transition period where you have to make big decisions about your future and find out what you want to do with your life. One of my bigger decisions was about where I want to attend college. I feel like it was 10 times more stressful for me because I had a deadline of october. This was because I want to play golf in college and I had the deadline of early signing. It was stressful but thats what high school is about, making decisions.

Middle School

Middle School was what I consider the three years of one big awkward moment. It was so uncomfortable because everyone was so immature. Everyone was trying to be like adults and make their own decisions but you were still considered a little kid. Thats when "drama" started because the hormones started to kick in. I remember I had a friend that if you said one thing wrong she wouldnt talk to you for several months. Everyone tried to be like adults but you were still considered a child. Have you ever had that feeling when you look back on a moment and you think why did I do, say, or think that way? Thats what I think when I think of middle school in general. The one good thing that came from middle school was that was when I started getting into reading. Which now reading is one of the things that define my life.

Elementary School

I dont hardly remember elementary school at all. I dont remember classes or hardly any teachers I had. The one thing I do remember was my favorite teacher of all time. Her name was Mrs. Zehms, and she was an excellent teacher. She was so eccentric and she had short, brown, wiry hair and big sunken in eyes. Everyday, she would wear a a different pair of earrings and she reminded me of Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter. She didnt care what people thought and I remember her wearing a lab coat when it was science time. She was the best part of elementry school. I also remember having to change schools from Sam Davey to Lakeshore. I absolutely hated Lakeshore and I missed all of my friends from Sam Davey.

Narrative essay

My mom and Mitch (stepdad) met two years later in 2000. They started dating they never got married but I do refer to him as my stepdad. He is the father figure in my life. He is the one that got me into golf. People that know me will say that my obsession in life is golf.

I golf every day and I hope to golf in college.  When I was nine years old I went to Williamsburg, Virginia to play in the U.S. Kids Golf World Championship. I definitely wasn’t the best girl that was there. I ended up placing 39^th which is very close to the bottom. I didn’t care it was still a good experience. Since golf has been my passion, I am thinking about going into golf management for school.  I have been looking into the best colleges for PGA Golf management. My ideal college would be to go to Ferris State University in Michigan. But there are a bunch of other colleges that I am thinking about like ASU, UNLV, and South Carolina. I will also probably apply to other colleges like UWEC, Stout, and UMD.

The thing that probably makes me happiest in life, aside from golf, is my family. My mother is the world to me. She is always there for me and I don’t know what I would do without her. My sister, Carly, is also probably one of my favorite people to talk to. If you ask people, they would say that we are the exact carbon copy of each other. They say we look alike (Carly and I don’t see it). We love all of the same music and shows. We can talk for hours and hours. We basically have the same personality and we are both really stubborn. I’m pretty sure we both got that from mom.

I think it is really hard to write a story about your life when you are 17 years old. It is still being written. But basically my life revolves around my family and golf.

This I Believe...

I believe that life is unfair. I know that isn’t a very cheerful beginning that you were looking for, but I also believe that everything happens for a reason. I actually had something very recently happen to me that fit this belief. Yesterday, I had a golf tournament and it was to go to sectionals. There was a very slim chance that we could make it as a team but I definitely could make it individually. I would have to shoot my worst round of the year to not make it. I started off on the front nine fairly bad but not bad enough to not go. Then I started the back nine and it gets worse. I know though if I get my act together I can still go. I get to the 14th hole, I hit my drive and it goes right into the fescue. I started looking for my ball. The fescue is extremely thick but I found my ball really embedded. I decide to try and swing at it. I hit the ball and it just gets embedded further. Usually when I hit a ball like that it hurts my wrist a bit and the same happened here. I was getting frustrated but I decide to try again.  I hit and sure enough it gets embedded even further but that was the least of my worries. After that hit, my wrist started throbbing! At this point, I don’t know what to do now because I can’t move my wrist and I can’t take relief from the fescue. I start thinking of my options and if I quit there is no way I could make it to sectionals. If I keep on playing it will be extremely painful and frustrating.  I decide to keep playing because if I stop I can’t go to sectionals. I end up with a ten on that hole. It doesn’t get much better because I can’t move my wrist.

So for the end of my story I did not make it to sectionals. I missed the cut by two strokes! I was obviously upset but at the end of the day I have to shrug it off. I don’t know what the reason was on why I didn’t make it to sectionals but I’m sure I will find out someday. Everything has a way of coming back to us in the end. I have to look back and say life is unfair but everything DOES happen for a reason.