I think teachers should be friends with their students because if your teacher is with you for a whole school year and you don't feel comfortable talking to them that's going to be awkward going into class and its going to be awkward and not the best memory going back. While thinking about going back i think it would be much better if the teacher and students are friends because if not its going to be upsetting going back. I also think that they should be friends because if your falling behind you can openly talk to your teacher instead of being scared to talk to your teacher about it and just getting more missing assignments.
Here is a sample story I just came up with that will surely help you,
Ruined Weekend
It was a cold stormy night, raining cats and dogs. I love when it rains. It reminds me of myself. Gloomy, dark, no sunshine, and what I wish I was... Free.
"RIIIIIIIIING"
I woke up to the sound of my annoying alarm clock making that same stupid noise it always does. I slam the snooze button causing my palm to burn. I fold my pillow over my ear as if I was hearing something that wasn't too pleasant.
30 minutes later...
"Jessie, wake up! Breakfast is on the table!" screams my mom, with the most horrifying look on her face. I gasp in disgust. Wow, I'm surprised my alarm clock didn't sound. I sit up in my hard bed starring at my mother like Ive never seen such humanoid in my life. The stare weakened as my mother left my room.
I knew my day was going to be horrible. A test exam, a dentist visit, watching my sister at daycare! My day can't get any worse than that, and it was off to a rough start.
Hi, my name is Jessie Baldwin and I live with my cat Hanga, brother Sebastian, and mom. My dad moved away to Las Vegas when he found a new wife. It originated from when my mom caught him cheating on her and my dad said he loved his new wife better. Yeah, a life can't get any worse than that too right? Well, you're wrong, it can. I experience a bad day one on top of the other. I don't remember the last time I had a good day.
We also live in Detroit Michigan in the most ugliest apartment on Clover street. So, if you were to ever come to my house, it will be easy to find.
"Sweetie, we're out of milk so you're going to have to eat your cereal dry. That's what happens when your father forgets to pay his child support and in the result I get NO MONEY!" says my wow with a disgusting look on her face. The look doesn't take away her beauty though. My mom has beautiful red hair with hazel eyes, and the most finest skin any woman could wish for.
I groan and munch huge portions of cereal with a grumpy look on my face trying to disgust my mom so she would see how bad I felt about today. I look to the left seeing my brother copying me. Stuffing huge portions of cereal in his mouth looking at mom, then quickly glancing at me.
"Oh, stop it Sebastian!" I yell. Firmly sliding my cereal bowl to the end of the counter, storming out of the kitchen to my room to get my clothes on, but to also show more that I hate my day. Why do I have to take an exam on Saturday! I crash into my bed as hard as I can. I look at the window.
What in the world is that?
I see a raccoon pacing in my backyard. Why can't he just go home? Why am I associating it with a he? What if it has children? Why is it in my yard? Is it looking for food? A whole gallon of ideas pop into my brain.
"I cant take the tension." I murmur.
I dash downstairs forgetting what I did to my mom. Heading straight to the back door, I feel my mothers hand clasp my forearm.
"Not so fast kiddo," she says in the (I know what you're doing) voice. "you aren't going anywhere without my permission. I let you do it once, it wont happen again. What is it? A boy? Are you trying to go see a boy?"
"Mom!!! No! Can you please leave me alone. Stay out my business. Don't be such a mom. Ugh!" I exclaim.
I push myself from my mothers arm, unlocking the door, and breaking my neck trying to get out of there. Soaking wet, I stop at a stop light panicking. Looking back, looking forward, looking left, looking right. i forgot I was trying to see the raccoon in my backyard. "Oh what the heck! This light is taking too long!" I run across the crosswalk not looking where I was going and....
-Lights out-
I can't feel anything. I can't see anything. It's like I was trapped in my body. I could only hear a ring. The same annoying sound that woke me up this morning but even worse.
A weekend can't get any worse that this. THIS WAS NOT ME! I DIDNT WRITE THSI! ALL OF IT WAS EXPERIMENTSDIY!
Answer:
It was interesting for Tommy because it was about the old schools in which his forefathers used to go.
Answer:
The most substantial thesis for this essay is about volunteering is the one presented in option D because, by taking some time before volunteering, people will have the opportunity to check all the types of volunteer work are available and which is more in line with their talents and availability. The goal is not to only benefit oneself but to be more of significant help for the project.
Explanation:
We should be tolerant when working with all of our coworkers.
