All my life, from a very young age, I have been absolutely terrible at spelling. Completely dreadful at it. And along with spelling, I've really never been a fan of any of the english classes where we were supposed to read a string of books and then write reports on them. I like reading for fun, and have never really enjoyed being forced to read anything. However, an English teacher (who seems to have been perhaps unfortunate enough to become significant in several of these entries), that I had in high school was so enthusiastic about teaching English. I tried to tell myself that I didn't like her class, and I didn't like what she did, but that would be lying. She really drove me forward and not only improved my English skills, but made me at least tolerate it.
Part of the reason behind her successful teaching of the subject was because she was good at doing things in non-conventional ways. We were always moving around the classroom, either making posters, or sculptures, or presentations. Very rarely in the classroom were we sitting there and listening to someone talk. We had some group discussions, but she was very good at keeping them interesting and insightful. I really appreciated the enthusiasm she brought to class just about every day, even though often the class was early in the morning, or right after lunch, both times when I often find myself nodding off. This made me appreciate the subject more, though I could not honestly say it is one of my favorite subjects.
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