An Inspiration :: Personal Narrative Writing

An dream Just try it. It couldnt hurt to try, my high-school advertising teacher forever and a day reminded me. Mrs. Panarelli wanted me to apply for a scholarship given by the melodic phrase department in my school. I thought about all the some other applicants I had no chance whatsoever. I decided to express my feelings to her. In doing so I noticed a solemn look experience across her face. I asked her what was wrong, and she said, I dont want you to be intimidated by the other students, their averages, or their SAT scores this is a very good opportunity for you. Finally, she convinced me to apply for it. I had to salvage a resum, an application letter, and schedule an interview. To my surprise, this was a big deal for the line of work department. When going on the interview, one had to dress as if applying for a job. The count the scholarship awarded was not very much, just enough to recognize your accomplishments in this field. Like Nicholas Gage, the author o f The Teacher Who Changed My Life, his Ms. Hurd was my Mrs. Panarelli, the teacher who would become my mentor and my reverberate (187). Both teachers find their students interests and shape them to achieve the highest standings in their chosen field. With pauperism and compassion, both Nicholas and I worked endlessly to prove our potential to Ms. Hurd and Mrs. Panarelli. In a myriad of ways, the teaching methods of both my advertising teacher and Nicholas English teacher are similar. Before I set foot into Mrs. Panarellis lit classroom, I had never been interested in majoring or even succeed in the field of business. Advertising II, in my school, was an elective which was well cognise as a time sucker, meaning it was an easy course that would completely help your average and fill up your schedule. To be honest, like every(prenominal) other student in the class, I did not take it sedately. However, it became serious when I was made aware of the grades I was getting. Som ething didnt seem right. I was not slacking off. I was doing my work well, perhaps not to my potential, hardly I wasnt getting the grades I expected. Many times I would look around the room at others and what their work was like, and I couldnt believe it.