Helping Out the Teacher
My favorite teacher in high school was Miss Simpson, my sixth period English/Literature teacher. I was seventeen at the time and in the eleventh grade. I was a pretty smart student and didn't have much trouble in school but English was my worse subject. I sat in the front of the room so I could hear better and have less distractions from the other students. I didn't realize when I picked my seat what an advantage it would turn out to be. Miss Simpson was about twenty-five, with long...