Personal Narrative: Samantha Davenport

Samantha Davenport would walk into class with an attitude some days. Some days she was a sarcastic little bundle. She was never just sitting down. She would roam the room, interacting with each and every student. Whether that interaction was getting in their face or tapping their shoulder to make sure they were paying attention, she was always there. She was the teacher everyone feared in the hallways and cowered away from upon glance. Extremely loud and obnoxious, Mrs. Davenport most definitely wasn’t cut and dry, but she was always down to business. The workload given to our Honors World Studies class my sophomore year was the heaviest I have been given throughout high school by far. She crunched us for time with research papers, creative