My worst educational nightmare began with my first English class in college. I was anxiously waiting for my professor to arrive. My mind was filled with curiosity of how my professor would be. I soon realized that the class was a “joke.” It felt like I was re-experiencing middle school. The material he taught was so basic, that I was regressing than progressing. My professor also had an accent that was almost impossible to understand. However, the worst part was that I finished with a “B” in the class. Never again will I underestimate a class.
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My best educational experience did not come from school, but from home. My parents and grandmother are the best teachers I’ve ever had. Even though they do not teach me subjects like Math or English, they teach me the education necessary for life. They help me understand the person I needed to become in order to succeed. Sometimes a warm hug is needed and most of the times a loving spank is given. This educational experience is not just a onetime event. Every single day my ‘best teachers’ continue to mold and refine me into a better person.
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