The Sea Horse Experience
When I was on fifth grade my teacher Ms.Viruet gave all the classes and I hated her! When I finish that school year I was so happy she was only giving me the next year only two classes, science and social studies. The first day at school on my 6th grade year when I went to read the class lists and the classrooms we had assigned guess what? Ms. Viruet was changed to be the 6th grade teacher. It was going to be a tedious and full of conflict school year I predicted. Once on the science class, I had to choose a sea animal we already studied, make a little investigation with some guidelines and present it in a interesting way to my classmates and I choose sea horses. She tell us that we cannot read on the report because every time we looked at the paper it will be 5 points less on the final grade. I always get very nervous on reports and standing in front of a classroom to talk, so naturally I was shaking like a little leaf. And I forgot the scientific name of the "freaking" sea horse so I looked at the paper being aware that I was going to have -5points and she told me that I have to seat and that she was going to give me a zero on the report. After class I asked her, why if she told us that If we read she only was going to minimize our grade she told me to sit down? And she answered, "Because you were making a clown of yourself". I felt mad and harassed and stupid all at the same time. I didn't say a word and when I went to lunch I cried the entire hour and did not want anybody to be near. It was horrible and frustrating and still now I evoke that memory and remind me the intensity of the moment.
I was eleven years old when that happened, and still today I feel like if it was yesterday. I still see here and I get furious because I never had the opportunity to tell her how I felt when she told me that. For me that event was very important in a negative way, because many of my insecurity when I am in front of a classroom talking or making some kind of presentation I get the flashback of my teacher telling me to sit down. It is a bad memory but when it comes to my mind I tell to myself "You can do it!" "Make yourself proud" and with that inverse psychology I try to cheer me up and help myself overcome the bad memory.
I was eleven years old when that happened, and still today I feel like if it was yesterday. I still see here and I get furious because I never had the opportunity to tell her how I felt when she told me that. For me that event was very important in a negative way, because many of my insecurity when I am in front of a classroom talking or making some kind of presentation I get the flashback of my teacher telling me to sit down. It is a bad memory but when it comes to my mind I tell to myself "You can do it!" "Make yourself proud" and with that inverse psychology I try to cheer me up and help myself overcome the bad memory.