Mrs. Young- Personal Narrative
In my life, I have experienced many things. Some things in my life have been happy, some things sad, and some things that I dare not mention. When I was in high school, I did not want to go to college. All I wanted to do was to drink and drug myself to death. In one year, my life changed more than all my other years combined because of one person's actions. I still do not know if she realizes how much she helped me. Out of the many lessons that she taught me while she was my teacher, one overshadows the others. I learned how to care about others and not always think about myself first. This has been the most important life lesson that I have learned so far. This person was my A. P. statistics teacher, Tabitha Young.
She was maybe twenty-six but still looked nineteen. Her long brown hair seemed to stretch all the way down her back. She had the most gorgeous skin I had ever laid my eyes on. She still looked like she did when she was a cheerleader. Mrs. Young only weighed about a hundred and five pounds soaking wet. I can only hope and pray that my wife looks like that after two kids. She was a size four at the most. Her eyes were a brown that I cannot begin to describe. No words could illustrate the sheer beauty of this woman. To top it off, she is also a single mother raising two very small children on her own. I can remember going to her class the first day and just watching her. This was the only teacher that I have ever known that actually cared about her students. I can honestly say that she loved us. If you needed anything she would bend over backwards to help you. She was there for us anytime day or night. Mrs. Young only missed class when her kids were sick. Sometimes she would even bring her kids to class so that we would not get behind.
Mrs. Young was the best teacher I have ever had. Time was not an issue to this woman; we would spend three days on one problem so that everyone would understand it. She really took her time. She did not want us to learn the stuff then forget it the next day. Most teachers are just worried about people passing their class. Mrs. Young wanted the best for us. Not only was she a good person, but she had a way of getting information down to our level where we could understand it. If it were not for her, I might be in the gutter somewhere.
Tabitha Young was not just a teacher; she was also one of my friends. Now everyone knows that teachers in North Carolina do not make that high of a salary. This did not matter to her; she would give anyone her last dollar if they...