Personal Narrative: A Day In High School

It was late October my 4th grade year, at Carmen Elementary and I was in Mr. Clifford’s class and we were leaving the very last hallway all the way down to the left. We were going to lunch and from the other building walking towards the north building where we were, was a man in a green polo shirt and a black and silver swiss army watch. He had his wedding ring tattooed on his ring finger on his left hand and he was about 5’10. I remember because he had waved hello at me. I had no idea he was a teacher here and when he entered the building he started talking to me and at that moment I knew that I wanted him to be my teacher in the 5th grade.Still another year away I already wanted him as my teacher but we didn’t get to pick our teachers.

He always spoke first even if you had a question. Not to brag or anything but in all honesty I was his favorite. He would bring me tacos in morning, and he let me bring lunch to school and let me cook it in the microwave and we would talk about basketball instead of doing a lot of math. Which is where I would struggle. Math to this day still fights me on a daily basis and I despise it but I’m not as negative about it. He helped me pay attention a lot more than what I really did or what I was supposed to. Mr.Sweet really showed me how to listen and understand when a person was speaking. For example if he was talking about his motorcycle he would bring up the fact that it ran of Canola Oil which isn’t true at all. He slipped in false things in true statements to get me thinking which led me to figure out his motorcycle does not run on canola oil. He got me listening and thinking about he said by doing it so simple and so throughout that entire year I would catch myself picking up on things I wouldn’t have payed attention too. Even if I wasn’t in the conversation I would act busy and just listen because nowadays that’s the biggest problem is finding somebody that can listen