An Inspiration :: Personal Narrative Writing

An Inspiration Just try it. It couldnt trauma to try, my high-school announce instructor constantly reminded me. Mrs. Panarelli wanted me to apply for a encyclopaedism given by the business department in my school. I intellection about all the other applicants I had no chance whatsoever. I decided to express my feelings to her. In doing so I noticed a solemn look come across her face. I asked her what was wrong, and she said, I have ont want you to be intimidated by the other students, their averages, or their SAT scores this is a very good opportunity for you. Finally, she win over me to apply for it. I had to write a resum, an application letter, and schedule an interview. To my surprise, this was a big deal for the business department. When going on the interview, one had to dress as if applying for a job. The amount the scholarship awarded was not very much, barely enough to recognize your accomplishments in this field. Like Nicholas Gage, the author of The T eacher Who Changed My Life, his Ms. Hurd was my Mrs. Panarelli, the teacher who would become my mentor and my muse (187). Both teachers find their students interests and shape them to bring home the bacon the highest standings in their chosen field. With motivation and compassion, both Nicholas and I piece of worked endlessly to originate our potential to Ms. Hurd and Mrs. Panarelli. In a myriad of ways, the teaching methods of both my advertising teacher and Nicholas English teacher are similar. Before I site foot into Mrs. Panarellis illuminated classroom, I had never been interested in majoring or even succeeding in the field of business. Advertising II, in my school, was an elective which was well known as a time sucker, mean it was an easy course that would only help your average and fill up your schedule. To be honest, like every other student in the class, I did not take it seriously. However, it became serious when I was made aware of the grades I was getting. So mething didnt seem right. I was not slacking off. I was doing my work well, perhaps not to my potential, but I wasnt getting the grades I expected. Many times I would look around the room at others and what their work was like, and I couldnt believe it.