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In Grade 13, many years ago, I wrote what I thought was a good essay for my French class. After handing them out my teacher asked me to step out into the hall for a chat.
He told me that he was immensely dissapointed in my work and said, what he would like to do is throw it in the trash (a trash can was conveniently close at hand). He couldn't believe, "That someone as smart as I and with as much potential would hand in something like this...".
I was greatly taken aback by this as I thought I'd written a fine essay. I met with him later to learn what he was looking for and he taught me what was expected...
The next paper I wrote for him was a comparison of Epic Poetry and Le Petit Prince. I recieved an A- on that paper (mostly due to poor grammar - it was in French after all).
I should mention that this teacher was one of the men in my life that made a difference. He was largely successful in preparing me for University and my success there... (and not just in essay writing... just life in general).
You just don't get many teachers like that in you life.
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- Old Man Luedecke
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