Swinging From Mrs. Sam

After long and careful thought of attempting to recall a teacher that made me feel like “everything I said was wrong”, similar to Me Talk Pretty One Day , I feel very blessed to say I have never had a teacher who made me feel that way. However, Mrs. Sam did, but she was no teacher. Rather, my elementary recess supervisor. As a child, I enjoyed going to school because I got to learn and play with friends. All of the things that made me happiest about school had to stay within the classroom. During lunch recess on the playground, I was unable to enjoy myself and friends on the playground because of my intense fear of getting yelled at by Mrs. Sam. One recess, I felt risky and decided to have fun. I figured the most rebellious, yet safest activity to not get in trouble, was to swing on the swings. The more I swung, the closer I felt Mrs. Sam’s eyes get, as she searched for something to yell at me for. Although, these eyes did not stop the swinging, I heard a whistle blow, Mrs...