Essay 2- draft cont

            Ever since the day we are born, one is taught by many teachers. First of all our parents, secondly our siblings; later on other family members start to take form; grandparents, cousins, aunts and uncles. All of these people teach us many things in our young lives; they lay the foundations to whom we will become. At the starting of schooling we learn structure; how to walk in lines, fill out worksheets and pay attention. I, like every other American child, has traveled through the paths of public education encountering many teachers with their unique ways of portraying knowledge. Over the summer, I was exposed to two different but effective te5aching styles.

            Enrolling in my first college classes during the summer was intimidating. I was taking math 99 and English 99. I honestly did not know what to expect. I found both teachers to be in their late 50’s/ early 60’s, they had been doing this for year and were well rehearsed on the curriculum along with what methods were effective. My math teacher, Mary Anne, was all about getting through the chapters of the book. In contrast, my English teacher, Mrs. Richardson, taught more along the lines of the power of thought. These classes were the “express” courses because they were only six weeks long instead of 11.  The advantage of this is you earn the credits quickly, but the disadvantage is the fact that 11 weeks’ worth of work was crammed into twenty-three class periods. As one can imagine, this created a stress filled summer.

            Promptly at nine am my math course began. Mary Anne started each session with yoga breathing techniques. We would stand behind our chair and focus on our breathing and only thinking about math. She would instruct us to block everything in our lives out and only focus on math. After our moment of peace, we would begin a rigorous two and a half hours of math.