The Most Memorable Teacher I've Ever Had

The Most Memorable Teacher I've Ever Had

Some teachers could be weird and quirky which makes them unique and hard to forget.


The start of 3rd grade excited me.

I felt older and bigger than the 1st and 2nd graders. I never actually did 2nd grade since I skipped it. I went straight from 1st grade to 3rd grade. I wasn't planning on telling anyone I skipped a grade because I knew that no one would understand or they would make fun of me for being younger. What I mostly looked forward to that school year was the spelling bee contest. I practiced all summer for this moment, and this was finally my time to shine, or at least what I thought back in 3rd grade.

The day we got to meet our teachers made me feel scared and anxious at the same time. Teachers always used to scare me because the ones I had were always so intimidating and strict. I was known for getting in trouble for the silliest things. In 1st grade, when the bell rang for lunch I screamed so loud that the teacher got really mad. This cost me a whole week of detention. Yes, detention in 1st grade. My first-grade teacher was so strict that she was willing to extend detention for another hour.

My parents liked the idea of a strict teacher because they always kept me "in control". But 3rd-grade year, I was expecting a sweet, kind, super nice teacher like the teacher I never had yet. That day I walked into my classroom, room 567, only to see an empty room. I looked around to see where my teacher was but she was nowhere to be found. I saw a snake in a glass case near the corner of the room.

That made me more nervous. I heard a voice in the hallway, so I stepped outside and I saw my teacher talking to another parent. I slowly made my way down the hallway and took a deep breathe. My teacher turned around with a fake smile on her face and she seemed to be glaring at me.

"Oh hello," She paused only to look at her attendance sheet. "You must be Addy!" At that moment I knew I would hate my teacher. "No I'm sorry Mrs Becky, it's Aditi," I said staring at the floor. She glanced at her attendance sheet again, this time writing something down. " No, I'm pretty sure it says Addy." I took a look at her attendance sheet and said " A-D-I-T-I spells Aditi not Addy." Even a 1st grader would know this. " Ok Ditty nice to meet you hon buns," she chuckled shaking my hand vigorously. I sighed to myself thinking how this was a great start to the school year.

The spelling bee contest got closer and closer till It was finally time to put all my hard work and effort to the test. The first part of the spelling bee was to do good in your grade and then in the school and finally in the city. Our teacher was in charge of deciding who gets selected out of our class to represent the whole grade. I was thrilled because I felt as if she just had to pick me. The next day, everyone had to take the spelling bee contest in our school to determine the few that get selected to go to the city. I felt as if I did great and I didn't mess up a single word.

Surprisingly, my teacher thought so too and she gave me a form that I needed to bring the next day confirming that I will be able to attend the city spelling bee. At the top of the form was my name spelled out as D-I-T-T-Y. I chuckled to myself, knowing that I would probably be called Ditty for the rest of the year. All I needed now was a signature from a parent so I could enter the spelling the spelling bee as "Ditty".

I went home really excited to share the great news with my parents. But when I went home my parents weren't happy, they were mad at me. Apparently, they got an email from Mrs. Becky stating that I did bad on a test I took a month ago. The email also stated how I was a slow learner and I didn't grasp concepts fast enough.

I was so mad at Mrs. Becky. Why would she even do this to me? I wanted to give my parents the good news and she just ruined it by giving my parents the bad news. And the worst part was that most of it wasn't even true. Furious, I ran up to my room and started crying. I didn't feel like sharing my news anymore, not with my parents super mad at me. I totally forgot about how I needed my parent's signature and I fell asleep tired from crying.

The next morning I woke up and my parents dropped me off at school not saying a word about the email. They could probably tell that I saw still mad and they would just make it worst.

"Sweetie we can talk about this," my mom said as I grumbled and got off the car. I wasn't mad at my parents, I was mad at my teacher and how she put me in a bad mood. I walked into my classroom and I accidentally bumped into my teacher on the way. She had a fake smile on her face like how she always does.

"Did you get your parent's signature so you can attend the city spelling bee?" Mrs Becky asked me as if nothing ever happened. I completely forgot about that signature I needed and I asked her if I could have an extra day to turn it in. "I'm afraid I can't do that sweetie, the deadline was today," she smiled and walked away leaving me confused of what I just heard. This officially makes Mrs. Becky the worst and most memorable teacher I've had till now. She's unbeatable.

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It's Time To Thank Your First Roommate

Not the horror story kind of roommate, but the one that was truly awesome.

Nostalgic feelings have recently caused me to reflect back on my freshman year of college. No other year of my life has been filled with more ups and downs, and highs and lows, than freshman year. Throughout all of the madness, one factor remained constant: my roommate. It is time to thank her for everything. These are only a few of the many reasons to do so, and this goes for roommates everywhere.

You have been through all the college "firsts" together.

If you think about it, your roommate was there through all of your first college experiences. The first day of orientation, wishing you luck on the first days of classes, the first night out, etc. That is something that can never be changed. You will always look back and think, "I remember my first day of college with ____."

You were even each other's first real college friend.

You were even each other's first real college friend.

Months before move-in day, you were already planning out what freshman year would be like. Whether you previously knew each other, met on Facebook, or arranged to meet in person before making any decisions, you made your first real college friend during that process.

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The transition from high school to college is not easy, but somehow you made it out on the other side.

It is no secret that transitioning from high school to college is difficult. No matter how excited you were to get away from home, reality hit at some point. Although some people are better at adjusting than others, at the times when you were not, your roommate was there to listen. You helped each other out, and made it through together.

Late night talks were never more real.

Remember the first week when we stayed up talking until 2:00 a.m. every night? Late night talks will never be more real than they were freshman year. There was so much to plan for, figure out, and hope for. Your roommate talked, listened, laughed, and cried right there with you until one of you stopped responding because sleep took over.

You saw each other at your absolute lowest.

It was difficult being away from home. It hurt watching relationships end and losing touch with your hometown friends. It was stressful trying to get in the swing of college level classes. Despite all of the above, your roommate saw, listened, and strengthened you.

...but you also saw each other during your highest highs.

After seeing each other during the lows, seeing each other during the highs was such a great feeling. Getting involved on campus, making new friends, and succeeding in classes are only a few of the many ways you have watched each other grow.

There was so much time to bond before the stresses of college would later take over.

Freshman year was not "easy," but looking back on it, it was more manageable than you thought at the time. College only gets busier the more the years go on, which means less free time. Freshman year you went to lunch, dinner, the gym, class, events, and everything else possible together. You had the chance to be each other's go-to before it got tough.

No matter what, you always bounced back to being inseparable.

Phases of not talking or seeing each other because of business and stress would come and go. Even though you physically grew apart, you did not grow apart as friends. When one of you was in a funk, as soon as it was over, you bounced right back. You and your freshman roommate were inseparable.

The "remember that one time, freshman year..." stories never end.

Looking back on freshman year together is one of my favorite times. There are so many stories you have made, which at the time seemed so small, that bring the biggest laughs today. You will always have those stories to share together.

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The unspoken rule that no matter how far apart you grow, you are always there for each other.

It is sad to look back and realize everything that has changed since your freshman year days. You started college with a clean slate, and all you really had was each other. Even though you went separate ways, there is an unspoken rule that you are still always there for each other.

Your old dorm room is now filled with two freshmen trying to make it through their first year. They will never know all the memories that you made in that room, and how it used to be your home. You can only hope that they will have the relationship you had together to reflect on in the years to come.

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Dance Marathon Helped Me Understand What It Is That I Stand For

What do you stand for?


The weekend of March 1, 2019, I stood for over 20 hours for the kids. Yep, I am not lying.

Dance Marathon at FSU is a 40-hour event split into two shifts of 20 hours. My freshman year, I earned sit times throughout the marathon, which I was incredibly thankful for, but this year was something totally different. I was on the internal team this year, which means, I worked behind the scenes of Dance Marathon since September. Since I was on the internal team, I did not get the opportunity to get the set times that I did the year prior. I was worried about this because I was not sure if I would be able to do it.

Spoiler Alert! I did it.

There were many times during the marathon where I thought that I could not stand much longer, but then some thoughts came into my mind. Who was I standing for? I was standing for the kids who had to get their leg amputated because they had osteosarcoma and could no longer stand on both legs. I was standing for the kids who are bound to their hospital beds right at this very moment because they are not strong enough to walk on their own. I was standing for the children who needed me to help them win their fight.

This is what kept me standing. This motivated me so much that I did not complain once because I knew who I was doing it for, and I was not going to let them down.

There were multiple people who kept complaining. Every word out of their mouth was about how their feet hurt, or how they were so tired. A large part of me wanted to turn to them and tell them, "Do you know how tired Grayson was when he had to have his many rounds of chemotherapy when he was just one-year-old?" I did not say that to them because I realized something. I knew what and who I was standing for, but maybe they didn't. My goal this year is to help all of those people understand WHY they are doing it.

20 hours on your feet may seem like a long time, but to watch $2,210,165.21 go up at the end, nothing compares.

Like the musical group Fun. once sang, "What do I stand? What do I stand for?" To that, I say, "I stand for the kids."

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