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A teenager's heartbreaking essay has gone viral, leaving TikTok users sobbing.

At age 18 Ryan Harmann wrote a gut-wrenching piece after losing her mother to cancer. Harmann shared the beautiful piece on her TikTok this week, saying it "made her English professor cry." Well, now we're all crying.

The TikTok video has been viewed almost seven million times and racked up more than one million likes, despite just being screenshots of the essay. We've transcribed them all here for easier reading.

It was May of 2022, when my life was supposed to be at its peak, until one day it wasn't. I had high school graduation and senior week at the beach with my graduating class. I was starting my adulthood and my college career and I couldn't have been happier. In January of 2021, my mom got diagnosed with Sarcoma Cancer and had to undergo chemotherapy and radiation treatments. From the day she was diagnosed, she lost a different part of her life everyday. She was strong, resilient, loving, caring and most of all the best mom anyone could ask for. She never asked the doctors for a time expectancy, she wanted to live the best she could with her three children and her husband. My mom had a goal from the start, to watch me go to my senior prom and to see me and my sister, Madeleine, walk across the stage at graduation. She achieved both of those goals.

May 26, 2022, I walked across that stage at graduation, with my mom in a wheelchair watching proudly. The first step I took on that stage, I felt her overwhelming amount of love and knew she was she proud and that was all that mattered in that moment. After I graduated, I received a text, "I love you so so much and am so proud of you." Those words felt like I just won the Super Bowl. She didn't get out of the house much so her being able to attend graduation was a big accomplishment and it took a lot out of her. We had a celebratory dinner at home and she was too exhausted to stay awake for dinner. Although it was upsetting that she wasn't at dinner, I was just thankful she was able to be there and meet her goal.

I was looking forward to going on my week-long beach trip with all of my best friends that night. All week long while I was away, I was texting my mom, telling her all of the drama going on with all of my friends and FaceTiming her. Until Friday came along and my mom stopped answering my texts and my FaceTime calls. I was a little worried and debated texting my dad to see if she was okay, but I let it go and continued on with my last night at the beach.

I was excited to get back home and tell my family all about the week I had. Instead, I came home to my mom in bed and my dad sat me and my two older siblings down and told us that our mom wasn't doing well and he was very worried. At the time, I was thinking my dad was freaking out and exaggerating and that she was going to be OK. After a lot of thinking, my dad decided to take her to the hospital. She walked from her room, downstairs and into the car. At the hospital, they told her that her spine is 75 percent collapsed because of the tumors growing rapidly. I thought to myself that my mom was a superstar, she just walked on a spine that almost was completely collapsed. From that point on, my mom entered hospice care and did not get back up from her bed.

We called all of our family and friends and let them know that her life was coming to an end. The first couple days following her entering hospice care, I was in shock, I didn't believe that my mom was going to die when I was only 18 years old. I remember sending a text to my sister, Madeleine, and asking "Is Mom going to die?" Her response was, "In a few weeks, yeah." My heart shattered into a million pieces. I knew from that point on, I was going to take advantage of the time left with my mom and not have any regrets. I did not want to look back at the last few weeks I had left with my mom and think "I wish I spent more time with her" so I did everything in my power to protect my future self from regret. As friends and family members were coming by, I was laying in bed right next to my mom, holding her hand. I couldn't imagine what my life was going to become. My mom reminded as daily that she loved us and that when she passes, she wants us to move forward. She told us, "When I take my last breath, I want you guys to dance, don't cry, dance."

Days started to blur together as my mom went in and out of consciousness for the next couple weeks. I remember sitting in bed, with my door open and my parents bedroom door open too, scared that I would hear her take her last breath. She started talking in her sleep and talking to her deceased mother telling her that she would see her soon.

The stress that my family endured is not something I would not wish on anyone. We were on lockdown, spending time with my mom and watching her slowly go through the different stages of death. I was in a mental block, I wasn't eating as much as I should've, my main focus was spending as much time as I could with her. On July 7th, my mom said to my dad "I'm so tired I need to go, I will see you later," as she closed her eyes. My dad came down the stairs and told us we all need to go say our final goodbyes. My older siblings went up first. I started pacing back and forth, I did not want to say bye to my best friend. I started my journey up the stairs, with tears rolling down my cheeks, and I stopped, I couldn't do it. I walked into my parents bathroom until I built the courage to go and say goodbye. I walked to my mom, kissed her on the forehead and told her I would see her later and that I loved her.

When the news spread that it might be the day she passed, family members were coming to say their goodbyes, until my mom randomly woke up. At this point, she has been in hospice for 4.5 weeks. When she opened her eyes, I was upset. I was upset my mom was alive. I felt like such a horrible human. I walked outside with my heart in my stomach as I saw my dad leaned over crying talking on the phone. I couldn't imagine going through the process of saying goodbye again. My mom was up and talking for about 5 more days until she went back into a state of total unconsciousness. My dad decided to kick me and my siblings out, and send us to our aunt's house at the beach because he didn't want us to see her in that state anymore.

The beach was my moms favorite place. She would sit on the beach from 9 AM-5 PM every chance she would get. She would take any chance she got to go to the beach, especially since it meant spending more time with her kids. She always had a Grapefruit Crush in her hand and soaked up the sun. She looked so beautiful on the beach and she was in her element. I was sitting on the beach, and had a thought that I needed to tell my mom, but realized I couldn't. My mom was still alive, but I couldn't talk to her. I felt weak. I didn't want this to be the end. I had tears in my eyes as my sister said "Ryan, me and Tommy (my brother) are going to go to Jason Aldean on Sunday, do you want to go? I wanted to go, but for some reason the word "no" came out of my mouth. From that moment forward, all I could think about was my mom. I told my siblings I wanted to go back home that night, I couldn't be away from mom anymore.

When we got back home, there was no change in my moms status. We were told, by hospice, to leave her be and she will go on her own. A few days after returning home from the beach, I woke up and my siblings got ready to go to the concert as me and my dad stayed home with my mom. Around 3 PM, I took a nap and woke up to my dad coming out of their room and said "can you go check her breathing?" I went in and she had the death rattle, I knew today was the day. From then on, my dad and I alternated going in and checking on her until about 7:30. We layed in bed with her and realized her skin was ice cold. I layed there until I couldn't anymore, and I went downstairs. Around 9 PM, my worst nightmare came true. I heard my dads footsteps, and turned the corner and said "I think so, I think she's gone." I had never felt a true heart break and such emptiness ever.

We then had to call my siblings at the concert. We called each of them about 20 times. My brother finally picked up and we had to tell them over the phone. I heard my sister scream and sob, that was the moment where I realized this is real life. Friends and family members started trickling in, I met my siblings outside and hugged them in the driveway as they came home from the concert. My sister looked up at me and said, "we didn't answer your calls because we were dancing. We were dancing when mom took her last breath, just like she wanted." I felt relief in this moment, my mom passed away just the way she wanted to and I knew she wasn't in pain anymore.

As I continue living life without my mom, I realize every single thing I do is to make her proud. I have matured and grown as an individual. As I am constantly paralyzed by the pain that is caused by her death, I remind myself that I am lucky enough to feel this great amount of pain because my mother was such a phenomenal person. There is nothing I wish more than to be able to pick up the phone and call my mom, but I feel peace that she is watching over me and sees my every move. She fought her hardest fight for a month and half to give us the time we desperately needed to say goodbye to her, and for that, I will forever be grateful. I celebrate her existence everyday and am so incredibly grateful to have the best Angel looking over me.

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Dear author, your poignant article about the loss of your mother touched my soul. The depth of your emotions and the vulnerability in your words brought tears to my eyes. I am truly sorry for your loss and can only imagine the pain you must be feeling. May your mother's soul rest in eternal peace, and may you find solace and strength in the cherished memories you shared. Sending prayers and healing thoughts your way.

In my prayers.

I have been there. I'm really excited that you got that experience, some people go through life and never know This makes us all more understanding of life and death. Yeah it's hard but,I would not have missed it for anything. Praying for you and your family

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Ryan Harman lost her mom to cancer last year.

In an essay for her English class, she divulged the heart-wrenching journey from diagnosis to death — bringing the internet and her West Virginia University professor to tears.

Harman shared the lengthy text in a viral TikTok video this week, garnering more than 13 million views and 45,000 teary responses.

At a time when her life was “supposed to be at its peak,” everything fell apart, she wrote, explaining that her mom was diagnosed with sarcoma, which invades bones and soft tissue , in 2021.

Harman went on to write that her mom got to see her and her sister graduate from high school, but it wasn’t until the newly minted graduate was on a celebratory beach trip with friends that things went downhill.

Her mom stopped replying to texts and calls, and when Harman returned home, her mom was bedridden with a 75% collapsed spine due to tumor growth.

Dedicated to a life of no regrets, Harman spent as much time as possible with her mom, laying in bed with her, holding her hand.

“She told us, ‘When I take my last breath, I want you guys to dance, don’t cry, dance,'” Harman wrote, expressing shock that she would be losing her mother at just 18.

In the summer of 2022, Harman’s siblings attended a Jason Aldean concert while she opted to stay home — that ended up being the night their mom died. Harman and her father rang them “about 20 times” until someone picked up.

When they arrived home, Harman’s sister said: “We didn’t answer your calls because we were dancing. We were dancing when mom took her last breath, just like she wanted.”

That was the line that choked up viewers .

“The dancing part got me,” one viewer admitted. “I am so sorry for your loss.”

“‘We didn’t answer your calls because we were dancing,'” another quoted. “I lost it.”

“I can’t stop crying,” confessed someone else.

“This broke my heart in the most beautiful way,” a TikToker agreed.

Some invested readers even made their own videos in response, many showing themselves tearing up or fully crying .

“No bc that essay deserves an award,” one user wrote on a clip .

“Me sobbing in the middle of work bc I read the essay,” shared another person on their own video . “‘We didn’t answer bc we were dancing.'”

The Post has reached out to Harman for comment.

“There is nothing I wish more than to be able to pick up the phone and call my mom, but I feel peace that she is watching over me and sees my every move,” Harman wrote.

“I celebrate her existence everyday and am so incredibly grateful to have the best Angel looking over me,” she concluded the essay.

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Teen's heartbreaking essay about caring for mum dying of cancer leaves readers in tears

Ryan Harman shared an essay she wrote to describe her emotions during her mother's battle with cancer on TikTok. She said the essay made her English professor cry

• 22:20, 20 May 2023
• Updated 12:51, 21 May 2023

A teenager's heartfelt essay about her mother's passing captured the profound love, loss, and resilience experienced during their final moments together .

Ryan Harman shared the essay, which she wrote for her English class, with her followers on TikTok, saying it made her professor cry.

The videos went viral and thousands of people commented with their emotional reactions to the tragedy.

In the essay, Ryan Harman shares her experience of her mother's battle with sarcoma cancer and her eventual passing.

In May 2022, Ryan says she was excited about her high school graduation and senior week, but her mother's illness cast a shadow over her joy.

"From the day she was diagnosed, she lost a different part of her life every day," she says.

Despite her declining health, her mother had two goals, she says: to attend her senior prom and witness her graduation, both of which she accomplished.

Ryan described the moment: "May 26, 2022, I walked across that stage at graduation, with my mom in a wheelchair watching proudly.

"The first step I took on that stage, I felt her overwhelming amount of love and knew she was so proud and that was all that mattered in that moment."

After graduation, Ryan's mother's condition worsened, and she entered hospice care.

"I was excited to get back home and tell my family all about the week I had. Instead, I came home to my mom in bed and my dad sat me and my two older siblings down and told us that our mom wasn’t doing well and he was very worried," she writes.

And adds: "I remember sending a text to my sister, Madeleine, and asking 'Is Mom going to die?' Her response was, 'In a few weeks, yeah.' My heart shattered into a million pieces."

The family spent their remaining time with her, cherishing every moment.

"Days started to blur together as my mom went in and out of consciousness for the next couple weeks," said Ryan.

"When the news spread that it might be the day she passed, family members were coming to say their goodbyes, until my mom randomly woke up. At this point, she has been in hospice for 4.5 weeks."

And she admitted: "When she opened her eyes, I was upset. I was upset my mom was alive. I felt like such a horrible human."

Eventually, the mother passed away, and Ryan recounts the emotional journey of saying goodbye and dealing with the aftermath.

She described her emotions at the moment she found out her mother passed, writing: "I had never felt a true heartbreak and such emptiness ever."

She wrote that she finds solace in the fact that her mother's passing occurred just as she wanted, and she strives to live her life in a way that would make her proud.

"There is nothing I wish more than to be able to pick up the phone and call my mom, but I feel peace that she is watching over me and sees my every move," says the teenager.

Despite the pain of losing her mother, she said she feels grateful for the time they had with her and believes that she is now her 'guardian angel'.

"I celebrate her existence every day and am so incredibly grateful to have the best Angel looking over me," she concluded.

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The Essay That Made My English Teacher Cry: A Journey Within

“The Essay That Made My English Teacher Cry” has recently become a viral sensation in the rapid and ever-evolving digital landscape of today. With content varying from humorous memes to touching tales effortlessly captivating millions globally, the internet serves as a grand stage for global sharing and connection.

This essay, crafted meticulously by a high school student, has not only mesmerized its widespread readers but also moved its initial recipient, the student’s English teacher, to tears. With its deeply emotional and stirring content, the essay resonates with individuals from diverse backgrounds.

It underscores the significance of emotional intelligence, emphasizing its powerful role and the indelible impact it can imprint on others. This piece of writing stands testament to the innate human potential for empathy, understanding, and the transformative influence wielded by words.

The Power of Emotional Intelligence

Emotional intelligence, often overlooked in favor of more quantifiable skills, is the ability to recognize, understand, and manage our own emotions, as well as the emotions of others. It plays a crucial role in our personal and professional lives, allowing us to navigate relationships, make informed decisions, and empathize with others.

This essay, written by a teenager, beautifully captures the essence of emotional intelligence and its profound impact on the people around us. It serves as a testament to the power of emotional understanding and the deep connections it can foster.

The Essay That Moved a Teacher to Tears

The essay, titled “A Journey Through Emotions,” was assigned as a class project on the topic of emotional intelligence. The teenage student, who wishes to remain anonymous, poured their heart and soul into the assignment, sharing personal experiences and reflections on their own emotional journey.

They delved into their deepest feelings, exploring their emotional growth and the lessons they had learned along the way. Little did they know that their words would have such a profound effect on their teacher, moving them to tears and sparking a wave of emotional resonance that would soon spread across the internet.

A Personal Connection

The teacher, who has been teaching for over a decade, was deeply moved by the essay. It resonated with them on a personal level, as they too had experienced similar emotions and challenges throughout their own life.

The raw honesty and vulnerability displayed in the essay struck a chord with the teacher, reminding them of the power of emotional intelligence and the importance of acknowledging and expressing our emotions. The essay served as a mirror, reflecting their own experiences and emotions, and highlighting the universal nature of emotional struggles and growth.

The Impact of the Essay

After reading the essay, the teacher couldn’t help but shed tears. They were not tears of sadness, but rather tears of empathy and understanding. The essay had touched them in a way that no other piece of writing had before.

It reminded them of the power of emotional intelligence and the profound impact it can have on our lives. The essay served as a catalyst, sparking a wave of emotional resonance that would soon spread across the internet. It was a testament to the power of words and the deep emotional connections they can foster.

Going Viral

The teacher, deeply moved by the essay, decided to share it with their colleagues and friends. They posted it on their social media platforms, hoping to share the powerful message with others. Little did they know that it would soon go viral, capturing the attention of millions of people around the world.

The essay was shared on various social media platforms, where it quickly gained traction and started to spread like wildfire. It resonated with people from all walks of life, sparking a wave of emotional resonance and highlighting the universal nature of emotional struggles and growth.

The Internet’s Response

The internet was captivated by the emotional essay, with many people expressing their own experiences and emotions in response. The comments section of the post was flooded with messages of support, empathy, and gratitude. People from all walks of life shared how the essay had touched them and reminded them of the importance of emotional intelligence in their own lives.

The essay sparked a wave of emotional resonance, with people from all over the world connecting over their shared experiences and emotions. It served as a reminder of the universal nature of emotional struggles and growth, and the profound impact that our words can have.

Lessons Learned

This viral essay serves as a powerful reminder of the impact that emotional intelligence can have on others. It highlights the importance of acknowledging and expressing our emotions, as well as the power of vulnerability and authenticity.

The essay also serves as a call to action, urging readers to cultivate their own emotional intelligence and to be more empathetic and understanding towards others. It serves as a testament to the power of emotional understanding and the deep connections it can foster.

In a world that often values logic and reason over emotions, this emotional essay serves as a powerful reminder of the importance of emotional intelligence. It has touched the hearts of millions of people around the world, reminding us of the power of vulnerability, authenticity, and empathy.

As we navigate through life, let us remember the lessons learned from this essay and strive to cultivate our own emotional intelligence, making the world a more compassionate and understanding place for all. Let this essay serve as a reminder of the profound impact that our words can have, and the deep emotional connections they can foster.

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Introduction

In the realm of education, the power of words transcends mere communication; it has the ability to evoke emotions, provoke thoughts, and leave a lasting impact. One such profound experience was witnessed in a classroom setting when a student penned down an essay that moved their English teacher to tears. This essay not only showcased the student’s mastery of language but also delved into deeper emotions and themes that resonated profoundly. In this article, we will explore the journey of how a simple assignment turned into a poignant expression of human experience, leaving an indelible mark on both teacher and student.

Understanding the Assignment

Heading 1: Unraveling the Assignment

The genesis of this transformative essay lies in a seemingly ordinary classroom assignment. Assigned by the English teacher, Ms. Thompson, the task was simple: write a reflective essay on a personal experience that had a significant impact on one’s life. The instructions were clear, yet the potential for profound introspection and emotional expression was immense. You can also read Simplifying SSIS 816: A Comprehensive Guide

The Essay That Made My English Teacher Cry

Heading 2: The Composition

Within the confines of a blank sheet of paper, the student embarked on a journey of self-reflection and storytelling. They poured their thoughts, emotions, and memories onto the page, weaving together a narrative that would ultimately resonate deeply with their audience. The primary keyword, “the essay that made my English teacher cry,” encapsulates the essence of this narrative, hinting at the emotional depth and resonance embedded within its lines.

Heading 3: Crafting Emotion

As the essay unfolded, the reader (in this case, Ms. Thompson) was taken on a rollercoaster of emotions. The student masterfully crafted their words to evoke empathy, sympathy, and ultimately, tears. Through vivid descriptions, heartfelt anecdotes, and raw vulnerability, they painted a picture of human experience that transcended the confines of the classroom.

Heading 4: Tears of Empathy

As Ms. Thompson read through the essay, she found herself deeply moved by the student’s words. Each sentence resonated with her on a personal level, stirring up memories, emotions, and reflections of her own. The essay tapped into universal themes of love, loss, resilience, and hope, striking a chord that reverberated within the depths of her soul.

Heading 5: A Lesson in Humanity

The tears that welled up in Ms. Thompson’s eyes were not merely tears of sadness but also tears of profound empathy and understanding. In that moment, she realized the true power of literature and writing – to connect, to heal, and to inspire. The student’s essay served as a poignant reminder of the human experience and the importance of empathy in both teaching and learning.

In the end, the essay that made my English teacher cry was more than just a piece of writing; it was a testament to the power of words to touch hearts, provoke thoughts, and inspire change. Through its emotional resonance and profound insight, it left an indelible mark on both teacher and student, reminding them of the transformative potential of storytelling. As we reflect on this powerful narrative, let us remember the words of Maya Angelou: Words mean more than what is set down on paper. It takes the human voice to infuse them with deeper meaning.

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The Essay that Made My English Teacher Cry: A Heartfelt Essay Touches Millions

Ryan Harman is a TikTok maker. He has quickly acquired fame for sharing emotional images of a touching essay. It’s worth noting that her English teacher was surprised by her writing. The slideshow video has received over 5 Mn views in just 2 days. Therefore, it gained popularity in a short period. It also provoked a similar emotional reaction from the TikTok community. You can find it by searching the phrase ‘The Essay that Made My English Teacher Cry’ on the Internet.

The deep emotional composition of Ryan Harman relates the heartbreaking story of losing her mother to cancer. At that time her age was 18. The emotional impact of the essay by Ryan has been too much on people. It’s important to note that it brought tears to the eyes of those who saw it. Let’s discuss about ‘The Essay that Made My English Teacher Cry’ in detail:

The Essay that Made My English Teacher Cry: Ryan Harman

• The Essay that Made the Teacher Cry has sparked strong emotions in her English instructor. This incident happened in May 2022. It’s important to note that Ryan graduated from high school. During this time her mother was struggling with a year-long battle with cancer. Her diagnosis seemed to take a piece of her away every day. She symbolizes strength, resilience, and has the best attributes of a mother. She was an affectionate mother as per Ryan.
• Her mother gathered all her courage and decided to watch the historic wheelchair-assisted walk of Ryan across the graduation stage. This accomplishment was huge as her mother’s limited time away from home. Ryan went on a week-long beach trip with her closest friends after graduating. She sent a steady stream of text messages to her mother throughout the journey. It’s worth noting that it aided in keeping her informed of the unfolding drama & adventure stories.

Sudden Disappearance & Tragic Diagnosis

• Her mother’s responses to SMS & FaceTime chats abruptly disappeared. It leaves Ryan terrified. The incident resulted in the composition titled ‘The Essay That Made the English Teacher Cry.’ The father of Ryan informed her of the tragic turn of events upon her return home. They then made a solemn trek to the hospital, where they received heartbreaking news.
• Her spine collapsed by 75% due to the fast growth of tumors. She was then placed in hospice care & was confined to her bed indefinitely. A sense of incredulity gripped Ryan during the early days of hospice admittance of his mother. It seemed incomprehensible that he would lose his mother at the age of 18. All of this was represented in his heartfelt article.

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Embracing Limited Time

The weeks that followed were methodically detailed. It emphasizes the value of their limited time together even as their inner world of Ryan fragmented into endless bits. The essay was received at its peak. It is when Ryan digs into the sad moment of the death of her mother.

Emotional Response: Reactions & Comments on TikTok:

• The teacher of Ryan started crying after reading the essay of Ryan. It has also aroused strong feelings among TikTok users. There’re a number of TikTok users who felt emotional. Moreover, there’re a number of people expressed their sympathies. It was expressed how pleased the mother of Ryan would be with her. The TikTok community has given so much support to Ryan. 
• There’re a number of people who’ve lost their parents and also reached out to support Ryan. Other people have provided their financial support to Ryan during tough time. There’re a number of people who have expressed their sympathies with ‘the essay that made my teacher cry.’ Others have also supported Ryan in that tough situation. ‘I cried so much. It is an emotional story,’ a person said on TikTok. Other TikTok users have also supported and reacted emotionally.

Conclusion:

‘The Essay that Made My English Teacher Cry’ also made the entire TikTok community emotional. This incidence shows and acts as a reminder of the importance of real connections. The emotional composition has exceeded the digital domain. The words of Ryan have resonated among the audience. The emotional support given by the TikTok community has helped Ryan so much. The viral phenomena also serve as a tribute to the ongoing strength of genuine feeling. The capacity for true empathy in the digital era was also visible by this incidence and it was inspirational.

What did Ryan’s English instructor cry about?

The English teacher was saddened by the emotional story of the essay. The direct emotion makes her cry. The essay by Ryan resonated among the audience due to the comparable situations. The emotional reaction of the teacher shows the ability of the written word by Ryan. It has aroused the true emotions in her teacher. 

Ryan Harman wrote the emotional article that has gone viral. It has received a lot of attention because of the emotional impact it had on her English teacher. The entire TikTok community felt an emotional connection with Ryan. The title was ‘The Essay that Made My English Teacher Cry.’

How was the impact of the essay on the internet?

The impact of the essay- ‘The Essay that Made My English Teacher Cry’ on the internet has been enormous. A number of people expressed their emotional reactions. The comments of online users have ranged from heartfelt admissions of crying to words of support. 

The essay struck a chord with the TikTok community. It is due to the accurately depicted loss. There’re a number of emotions that accompany such situations. The relatability of the story  of Ryan created a strong sense of connection among viewers. Especially among those who may have suffered similar circumstances.

What caused the essay to go viral?

The virality of the essay was due to the emotional nature of it. The appealing method of Ryan Harman shared his personal story. The article was posted on TikTok. It quickly received millions of views. It evokes an outpouring of empathy among viewers.

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The Essay That Made My English Teacher Cry – Unleashing Emotional Impact!

The year was 2017, and amidst the bustling activities of an eighth-grade life, a seemingly insignificant essay assignment unfolded into a remarkable journey of self-discovery and emotional connection.

I want to tell you about a time I wrote an essay that made my English teacher cry. It was a powerful moment that stayed with both me and my teacher for a long time.

She began by telling us how happy she felt when her mom finally made it to her high school graduation. Read more….

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Echoes Of Emotional Stirring – Let’s Explore!

1. introduction:.

In the realm of essays and storytelling, the true power lies not just in the ink on paper but in the emotions stirred within the soul. It’s an invitation to embark on a journey where words become emotions, sentences become memories, and essays become emotional landmarks.

The occasion? A chance to attend the revered WE Day event, a platform for youth empowerment and charitable endeavours. The selection process was simple: craft an essay outlining why you deserved a coveted spot among the fortunate twenty attendees.

2. The Night Before:

In the rush of daily life, the essay assignment faded into the background until its looming deadline jolted the memory. A last-minute realisation triggered an impromptu burst of creativity. Armed with a blue pen and a sheet of paper, the author embarked on an unexpected literary venture.

• Forgetfulness Turns into Inspiration: Initially forgetting the task, the eleventh-hour discovery sparked a creative flurry, leading to the birth of an impactful essay.
• The Title Emerges: Struggling to coin the perfect title, the author settled on a theme resonating with the essence of WE Day and its significance to individuals.

3. Crafting Emotional Resonance:

The essay took shape organically, drawing from personal experiences, emotions, and a genuine desire to convey the importance of WE Day.

• From Personal Struggle to Global Inspiration: The narrative shifted from the author’s immigrant background and the prevalent struggles in a developing country to an exploration of WE Day’s power in unifying and aiding the less fortunate.
• A Surprising Revelation: Unexpectedly, the essay evolved into a persuasive plea for the author’s attendance at the event.

An Unexpected Emotional Impact – Let’s See!

1. the unforeseen acknowledgment:.

Days later, a surprising turn of events unfolded within the classroom as Mr. Benner, the eighth-grade teacher, made an unexpected entrance, commending the author’s writing abilities in front of the class.

Acknowledgement Beyond Expectations:

Despite the author’s reputation primarily resting on athletic prowess rather than academic merit, Mr. Benner’s acknowledgment served as a significant boost to the author’s self-assurance.

• Contrasting Perceptions: The acknowledgment held special weight due to the author’s prevalent recognition of sports achievements rather than literary skills.
• Unexpected Praise: Mr. Benner’s recognition offered a validating moment, showcasing a different facet of the author’s capabilities.

2. Unveiling Emotional Resonance:

The revelation extended beyond the classroom walls as the impact of the essay reached unforeseen emotional depths among the teaching staff.

Emotional Reverberation

Upon further discussion, it came to light that not only Mr. Benner but two additional teachers were visibly moved to tears after reading the essay.

• Heightened Emotional Response: The revelation of multiple teachers’ emotional reactions emphasised the essay’s profound emotional impact.
• Demonstrating Impactful Storytelling: The tears shed by multiple educators underscored the emotive power of the essay’s narrative, solidifying its impact and significance.

3. Understanding the Weight of Emotional Impact:

The unexpected emotional response to the essay unveiled the depth and resonance of the author’s storytelling prowess.

Resonating Emotional Depth

The collective emotional reaction reinforced the essay’s ability to evoke genuine emotions, highlighting its significance beyond mere academic appreciation.

• Validating Emotional Authenticity: The teachers’ emotional responses affirmed the authenticity and depth of the essay’s narrative, showcasing its ability to strike an emotional chord.
• Illustrating Profound Impact: The emotional resonance demonstrated the essay’s capacity to transcend the confines of a standard assignment, leaving an enduring impact on its readers.

Unveiling The Power Of Authenticity – Let’s Check!

1. mind and heart in harmony:.

The essay’s compelling impact stemmed from its authentic and sincere narrative, grounded in the genuine expression of the author’s thoughts and emotions.

• Raw Emotional Expression: The essay’s strength lies in its genuine portrayal of the author’s innermost thoughts and feelings. This rawness added depth and relatability to the narrative, resonating with readers on a profound emotional level.
• Authenticity as the Cornerstone: The essay’s authenticity acted as its core strength, forming an emotional connection by sharing personal experiences without pretence or embellishment.

2. Quality Over Quantity:

Contrary to conventional assumptions, the brevity of the essay served as an amplifier for its emotional impact, emphasising the significance of authenticity over sheer volume.

• Impactful Conciseness: The essay’s succinctness heightened its effectiveness, ensuring that every word held weight and contributed to the emotional depth of the narrative.
• Emphasising Substance: Instead of an abundance of words, the focus on authenticity ensured that each sentence carried emotional weight, intensifying the essay’s impact.

3. Insights and Reflections:

Reflecting on this impactful experience offered profound insights into the art of making meaningful connections through authentic expression.

The Power of Honesty

The episode underscored the immense power of honesty, showcasing how genuine expression can deeply resonate with others.

• Authenticity Fosters Connection: The essay’s honesty served as a bridge, forging a genuine connection between the author’s experiences and the emotions of its readers.
• Emotional Resonance through Authenticity: The sincerity of the narrative evoked empathy, creating an emotional bond that transcended mere words.

4. Stress versus Greatness:

Overcoming Obstacles for Remarkable Achievements

The experience also illuminated the significance of not allowing stress or pressure to impede the creation of something extraordinary.

• The Weight of Stress: Recognizing the potential hindrance of stress or pressure, the author understood the importance of navigating such obstacles without compromising the authenticity and impact of their work.
• Embracing Creativity amidst Challenges: Learning from this experience, the author embraced the idea that remarkable achievements can arise even in challenging circumstances by prioritising authenticity and genuine expression.

1. Can anyone learn to write emotionally compelling essays?

Writing emotionally compelling essays requires practice, empathy, and a willingness to be vulnerable. While some natural talent helps, anyone can improve their writing with dedication and effort.

2. How can I evoke emotions in my writing without being melodramatic?

Focus on authenticity and relatability. Share genuine experiences and emotions while avoiding excessive dramatisation to maintain sincerity in your writing.

3. Why is vulnerability important in writing?

Vulnerability allows writers to connect with readers on a deeper level, fostering empathy and understanding. It adds authenticity and relatability to the narrative.

Conclusion:

Essays and storytelling hold immense power beyond words on paper; they evoke emotions, create memories from sentences, and establish emotional milestones in our lives.

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You changed me: how my English teacher taught impeccable writing

Author Stephen Marche owes part of his success to the eccentrically antiquated Mr B – a stickler for rules, perfect sentences and the English language

The relationship that changed me was the relationship that made me – a common enough paradox.

Between the ages of 11 and 14, I had an English teacher whom, for everybody’s sake, I will call Mr B. During those crucial years, he dominated my intellectual development, and today he is the little man in my head. Mr B taught he how to read and how to write. He was the man who taught me how to do the things that have become myself. He distorted me into the person I am.

I suppose a school in suburban Edmonton, Alberta, in western Canada in the 1980s, is as good a place as any to encounter a presiding spirit. The location could not have been less remarkable. The school itself, set down on an enormous field overlooking a freeway, looked like an abandoned strip mall with only one door. It was a private school in the sense that my parents paid for me to attend but it should by no means be confused with British private schools. We wore uniforms, but mainly because it was cheaper for our parents. It possessed the opposite of glamour.

The school was a stark somewhat Calvinist throwback, with an educational philosophy that can be summed up as “it was better the way it was.” We did logarithms rather than “the new math”. We read from The Canadian Readers, collections of imperialist tidbits published in the 1920s, rather than the new nationalist, multicultural anthologies that emerged in the wake of the signing of the Canadian constitution in 1982.

Even by the standards of this environment, Mr B was eccentrically antiquated. We would stand at our desks when any teacher entered the room, but Mr B insisted we stand at attention when he entered, and then at ease, before we sat. He wore tight white shirts, often sleeveless, and narrow ties, like a 1960s junior executive at the Rand Corporation. He frequently barked. He insisted we all sit still or stand still when we were not engaged in productive effort.

My education in middle school was not significantly different from the education pioneer schoolchildren received 100 years earlier in one-room log cabin schools, both in its moral underpinning and in its content. We learned the components of sentences: subjects, verbs, objects, which always went in that order. Sentences could contain subjective clauses, objective clauses and adjectival clauses. By using or refraining from using these elements, we wrote simple sentences or compound sentences or compound-complex sentences. Simple sentences were always best. In grade seven, we worked only on individual sentences, in grade eight on single paragraphs, and then finally in grade nine on arguments.

It was all mechanical. Each argument worked exactly the same way, beginning with the inverted triangle approach to the introductory paragraph, moving from the general to the particular and concluding with a thesis statement. (If you want an example, look at the opening paragraph of this essay.) The introductory paragraph was to be followed by supporting examples and concluding with a restatement of the thesis and a concluding paragraph moving from the particular back out to the general.

There was only ever one correct way to write – the clearest and most economical way. There was no room for expression; there was only writing correctly or incorrectly. Mr B taught me the Aristotelian rhetorical method: logos (be right), ethos (be decent), pathos (be charming) and in that order.

There were other tricks, too. He taught me that it’s easier to make an argument when you don’t know anything about the subject. He taught me that it’s easier to make an argument that you disagree with. It’s easier to write when the business of writing is a question of technique alone. I have always remembered these lessons.

These practical matters would have been enough, but of course like every powerful teacher – whether good or evil – he imbued me with his example. Mr B was the first case in my life of a grown-up man who believed in literature. The tepid little anecdotes and doggerel in The Canadian Readers found no love in his heart. Mr B wanted real poetry. It was much more than love. It was belief. My introduction to writing was old-fashioned, traditional but my introduction to reading literature was just plain weird.

Only later, on my way to a PhD in early modern drama, did I realize how deeply eccentric Mr B’s taste was. He believed that romanticism, specifically Wordsworth’s theory of literary expression as “the spontaneous overflow of powerful emotion”, had been the death of literature. With the abandonment of technical facility as an ideal, literature has wandered from the high mountains of the mastery of thought and word into the swamps of self-expression. He taught us mainly the poets of the Renaissance: Ben Jonson, Sir Philip Sidney, Wyatt, Spenser, Donne. Shakespeare was a treat. And one very fine day, in the ninth grade, when the class had been particularly well-behaved and efficient, he allowed us Alexander Pope. There could be no higher mark of his approval, that he believed we were ready to read The Essay on Man.

I was by no means Mr B’s favorite student. I was messy in personal appearance, and my handwriting was poor, and these matters of discipline mattered to him. Nonetheless he did once lend me a book. I don’t remember why, although I certainly remember the book. It was a collection of the writings of Lord Denning, a British jurist remembered, if at all, for adjudicating the Profumo case. He had a literary style, borrowed from the aggressive simplicity of legal briefs, that was basic to the point of being off-putting. The clarity can be unnerving.

This newcomer has built, or has had built for him, a house on the edge of the cricket ground which four years ago was a field where cattle grazed. The animals did not mind the cricket. But now this adjoining field has been turned into a housing estate. The newcomer bought one of the houses on the edge of the cricket ground. No doubt the open space was a selling point. Now he complains that when a batsman hits a six the ball has been known to land in his garden or on or near his house. His wife has got so upset about it that they always go out at weekends. They do not go into the garden when cricket is being played. They say that this is intolerable.

Denning’s was a style so basic that it amounted to the avant-garde. Imagine giving such a book to a 12-year-old boy, as a way of introducing him to the joys of writing. Then imagine that gift working.

There was a radical edge to Mr B. He must have been influenced by Glenn Gould, I think – they were both passionate in their overweening love of restraint. Whenever I see those moving literary teachers – from Miss Jean Brodie up to Robin Williams in Dead Poets Society – they always open their students’ minds up to the glamorous potential within themselves. Mr B had no time for such nonsense. He believed that writing was like plumbing, but that was no insult. He believed that writing could aspire to be as useful and necessary as plumbing. He wanted art to reach that quiet dignity.

If our relationship ended, and I’m not entirely sure it has ended, it ended simply because I went to high school. There was, needless to say, no outward expression of emotion, no fond farewell. His vision of language was one that aspired to pure functionality, a language of communication. He communicated more information to me than any other person. But his main point, as a teacher, was not to say what didn’t have to be said. What would goodbye mean? What purpose would it serve?

I had a hit a few months ago – an op-ed in the New York Times on the Closing of the Canadian Mind that received 400,000 plus Facebook shares and millions of readers. Someone sent me a picture of a clipping of the thing taped to the window of a storefront, which is pretty much the ultimate compliment for an opinion piece. It was written exactly the way Mr B taught me to write an essay in grade seven. His stuff works. I make my living by virtue of his instruction –the connection is absolutely direct.

Mr B made me and broke me because, through him, I came to believe that obsessive passion over the quality of linguistic expression was the most important thing in life. Despite ample enough experience, I am unable to shake this conviction.

And now I must go back over this essay, looking for the places where Mr B would disapprove.

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Stanford professor’s 1995 New Yorker essay adapted into movie

Chang-rae Lee’s seminal work about his Korean American family has been adapted into a poignant film.

As Korean American stories like Academy Award-nominated  Minari  take center stage, an adaptation of a Stanford professor’s own life story is also making waves.

It’s been more than 25 years since critically acclaimed author  Chang-rae Lee , who is the Ward W. and Priscilla B. Woods Professor in the Department of English in the  School of Humanities and Sciences , published a moving and tender essay about his dying mother in the  New Yorker . The 1995 essay, “ Coming Home Again ,” chronicled Lee’s reflections on taking care of his mother in upstate New York in her final days battling gastric cancer and about the roles we play in our families.

A scene from the film adaptation of Chang-rae Lee’s 1995 essay, “Coming Home Again,” directed by Wayne Wang. (Image credit: Courtesy Richard Wong)

Director Wayne Wang, who is known for the film adaptation of  Joy Luck Club  and hits like  Maid in Manhattan  with Jennifer Lopez, transformed Lee’s essay into a film that premiered at the 2019 Toronto International Film Festival.  Coming Home Again  is  available to watch online .

“The core emotionality of the film was quite moving,” Lee said.

This project took a different approach to adapting a written work to film. Most of the movie was shot improvised without a script – there were just loose guidelines for what the actors should talk about in each scene. But after the first cut, Lee helped write a few additional scenes that were incorporated into the movie.

The movie is a fictional depiction of the nonfiction essay. Lee’s character moves from New York to California to care for his ailing mother. Through that experience, he grapples with challenges in his relationship with his immigrant mother and explores his role in the family that includes his father and sister. Lee’s character cooks his mother a traditional Korean meal for a New Year’s Eve celebration, as food is one of the important ways the two connect and express their cultural heritage.

In Lee’s  New Yorker   essay , he writes about how it was one of his daily pleasures as a child watching his mother cook dishes like kalbi. “Whenever I cook, I find myself working just as she would, readying the ingredients … and piling them in little mounds about the cutting surface. My mother never left me any recipes, but this is how I learned to make her food, each dish coming not from a list or a card but from the aromatic spread of a board.”

While some of the scenes are based on reality, Lee says the filmmakers externalized the characters’ feelings more on screen. Lee’s character, played by Justin Chon, is “in the movie much more demonstrative and volatile than I ever was,” according to Lee. But he said the portrayal helps capture the emotionality of those moments for viewers.

Lee’s father, who passed away three years ago, is also depicted quite differently, and certain aspects of the relationship between his father and mother were wholly fictionalized.

“I think the parts that are most ‘real’ were the interactions between mother and son – that’s really what the essay focused on,” Lee said.

Lee was only in his 20s when his mother died at age 51. “She and my father were just on the brink of enjoying the fruits of all their labors,” he said. “They were starting to travel and to feel finally comfortable in this land.”

Actor Jackie Chung portrayed Lee’s mother with haunting accuracy, he said, including showing the strains of illness and the complexity of their relationship. Lee mostly grew up in New York’s Westchester County with his family but attended boarding school at the prestigious  Phillips Exeter Academy  for several years. Lee was deeply affected by those movie scenes where the son and his mother come to terms with their relationship and that lost time together. “Jackie came to the house and I showed her some old pictures. The way she dressed and the way she carried herself was really stunning.”

Over the years, Lee says he’s never stopped thinking about his mother’s influence on his life and personality – and even little similarities he sees in his own children today.

“We had a very close, very loving relationship,” Lee said. “Obviously, we had our disagreements, but I think it was founded on real mutual love. When we lost her, it was a huge, huge trauma for the whole family.”

Lee is the author of six novels and he often explores topics of race, class and the immigrant experience. He is well-known for his 1995 book  Native Speaker  that  won  the prestigious Hemingway Foundation/PEN Award. His 2010 book  The Surrendered  was a Pulitzer Prize  finalist  for fiction.

His  latest novel,   My Year Abroad ,  published in February, is about a college student who goes on a trip around the world with a Chinese American businessman, as well as the domestic life the protagonist lives afterward.

Teenager Ryan Harman's essay that made English teacher cry has TikTok 'sobbing'

A teen’s heartwrenching essay that made her professor cry has gone viral on TikTok leaving readers “sobbing”.

Teenager Ryan Harman penned the personal essay when she was just 18 years old after losing her mother to cancer.

The TikTok has been viewed almost 7 million times and racked up 1 million likes as Harman shared screenshots of the story she penned about her mother’s untimely death.

Harman’s heartbreaking story began with her explaining that her mother had been diagnosed with Sarcoma cancer in January 2021.

At the time, Harman explained, her mum made it her mission to be around to see her children graduate and attend prom.

The TikToker wrote: “She never asked the doctors for a time expectancy, she wanted to live the best she could with her 3 children and her husband.

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“My mom had a goal from the start, to watch me go to my senior prom and to see me and my sister, Madeline, walk across the stage at graduation. She achieved both of those goals.”

As her mother’s condition worsened, Harman described the agony of knowing she was going to lose her mother, writing: “My heart shattered into a million pieces.”

Harman recalled being by her mother’s side almost constantly towards the end and feeling a sense of “relief” when the final moment came that “my mom passed away just the way she wanted to and I knew she wasn’t in pain anymore”.

The essay left other TikTokers in tears, with many in the comments commenting on how proud her mother would be of her.

“I can’t stop crying,” one person commented.

Another said: “Beautifully written, I know she is so proud of you.”

Someone else wrote: “I’m sobbing.”

One TikToker commented: “This has me ugly crying right now, you’re so strong. I know your mom is so proud of who you’ve become.”

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A teen named Ryan Harman gained notoriety on TikTok after posting an essay that made her English teacher cry as well as the community at large. Ryan Harman’s post was one of many that made the platform go viral. A pen is a useful tool, though, if you want your teachers to cry. Ryan Harman did this after submitting a personal essay. She also made the decision to post it on TikTok.

What was the essay related to?

Ryan Harman, a recent West Virginia University graduate who just finished her first year of college, uploaded an essay she wrote for English class to TikTok and claimed it moved her teacher to tears. She detailed how her mother’s condition deteriorated shortly after she had graduated from high school and how she had spent the subsequent few months by her mother’s side. Ryan decided to write an essay about her mom, who died in 2022 after a battle with cancer. She explains the heart-wrenching and tragic story of her mother passing away from cancer when she was just 18 years old. 

The struggle and tough time faced by her

When Ryan graduated from high school in May 2022 and her mother was undergoing chemotherapy for cancer, the essay that brought her English teacher to tears began. She lost a different aspect of herself every day starting the day she was diagnosed. She was the best mother anyone could ask for—she was strong, resilient, loving, and caring. Her mother was able to witness her graduate in a wheelchair, which was a huge accomplishment considering she rarely left the house. After that, Ryan went on a week-long beach vacation with all of her closest friends. Throughout her absence, Ryan texted her mother to update her on everything that had happened. She became very concerned when her mother stopped answering all of her texts and FaceTime calls on Friday.

When her mother’s condition became more worst

Her father informed her when she got home that things had gotten worse and they had visited the hospital where they received some unfavourable news. She entered hospice care after the tumours grew quickly and her spine had collapsed to 75% of its original size; she never got out of bed again. “I was in shock for the first few days after she entered hospice care. When I was only 18, I didn’t think my mother would pass away, the heartbreaking essay claims.

She described the subsequent weeks as her “heart shattered into a million pieces” as she tried to make the most of their remaining moments together.The most painful part of the book is when Ryan explores her mother’s agonising death and the “emptiness” she felt.

The entire world cried

After publishing the essay on his TikTok, Ryan only received positive feedback. Over 20,700 comments have been left in appreciation. I’m crying so hard right now, you’re so brave, someone said. I’m sure your mother is incredibly proud of you. Someone else remarked, “I was just crying. It’s wonderful, and I’m so sorry for your loss. A third person wrote, “I cried so much, it’s so good. TikTok is in tears. People on TikTok have also been overcome with emotion while watching Ryan’s teacher read the moving essay. A commenter said, “I can’t stop crying.” “I’m sobbing,” a third person said. Another person remarked, “This has me ugly crying right now.” Others who have lost parents themselves are consoling her and offering their condolences, as well as saying how proud Ryan’s mother would be of her.

Every day, Harman tries to live up to her mother’s expectations and expresses her gratitude for having the best Angel watching over her. More than 13 million people have watched her video as of this writing, giving it nearly 2 million likes and more than 45,000 comments, one of which read: “Your English teacher is not the only one that cried.”This is incredibly well written. The video has received more than 882,500 likes and more than six million views in just two days, and for good reason.

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Why I Dislike English: A Letter To My English Professor

Professor, I am going to explain my experience with English and why I dislike it. I don’t like English because I feel judged for sharing anything associated with writing and here’s why. Fifth grade was a living nightmare to me, repeating the same day over and over again. Homeroom, which is where you would learn the general requirements such as English, Math, and Reading. I went to a school called mainly focused on the arts, getting the students out there in the world.

One day in fifth grade my teacher left me in tears and failure, making me feel like nothing and putting me down in front of my peers.

You remember that feeling playing at recesses you’re playing freeze tag, and you’re running around the playground up and down the ladders. Going down the big swirly slides trying not to get caught by the tagger knowing you’re the last person not frozen. Once, that bell rang you stop in your tracks trying to take in what just happened, you got tagged, the bell rang and you let your team down because you lost.

All the students dreaded going back in once that bell rang because we knew it meant sitting for an hour learning. Homeroom was the last class of the day out of eight, where I felt the most vulnerable in any situation. When it came time to switch to English, the feeling of loss and uselessness come over me every time.

The tables were half circles with another smaller half circle in the middle for the teacher to come to talk to the whole table, they sit five to a table.

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If you didn’t like the people at your table you had to deal with it until one of the popular kids wanted to change seats, then that’s when we got to switch. There were two tables in the middle of the classroom, one in the back of the room and another in front of it. Two tables on the left and right sides of the classroom, there were six in total with five at each table that’s thirty students. I felt I was the weakest out of that thirty.

Book reports were not my friend let alone my acquaintance. My teacher made us do rough drafts for our reports, which mean they had to be reviewed by other students. The other students thought they were better than me. When we did rough drafts the other students would peer review each other’s, I was always scared by all the mean comments the students would make. “You’re not good at writing.” “You don’t know how to do it.” I’ve never got a comment back about how I should fix anything or what I should do to improve it even a little bit, they made me feel stupid. We had to do a book report PowerPoint, and I had a hard time getting into the book so it took a while to get the PowerPoint started. The book that was chosen for me by my teacher. The book I did was called White Fang the shorter dimed down version because that was the only one my teacher would approve of.

My teacher was this 4’6″, shoulder-length brown hair, the class would always call Ms. McChicken because we all hated her. There are those teachers who only help the smart kids because the teacher knows they are going to succeed more, that was her. I would ask my teacher for help, but because I wasn’t “smart enough” she wouldn’t help me. My mom was busy with school and work herself. My mom was going to college for her nursing also and she helped me the best she could while doing her homework. I asked for help before class, but she didn’t help me. I asked for help after class, and she said “no, I am busy with other things” and I went in after class to see her help another student, I was furious with this.

Eventually, I got the PowerPoint done after trying to make it good enough to please the teacher by using words that I knew and everything. I went over it so many times that I felt good about it, it was done a day before it was due and it was all good. Until I started to present the PowerPoint and it all went loose. It was extremally fighting to present the assignment, spoke as loud as I could without starting to cry, shaking nonstop, and stuttering every word.

After I was done she yanked the clicker out of my hand and told me to wait outside the classroom. I didn’t even get to sit down, as I slowly walk outside the classroom I knew I was in trouble but I didn’t know why. I slowly walked to the door and opened it and walked out. Standing there for what felt like a year, I was thinking of just walking out of the school at that point but I knew it was going to get me in more trouble. I stood there clenching my hands waiting for her to come out. She yanks the door open and walks out of the classroom slamming the door behind her. I was frightened about what she was going to do or what she was going to say.

“Why didn’t you know any of those words? Why did the slides play over again, they were the same 5 slides over and over again” “you did a terrible, you should have asked for help After she lectured me out in the halls, I started crying and she still kept talking, I just wanted to go back home. I was furious with her for being extremely rude and making me go back to the class and sit down as if nothing happened. While she was yelling at me the whole class and hallway could hear her yelling and me crying. I just cried and cried while she was yelling at me. After she was done she told me to back to the class, once I walk in and sat down, the whole class was silent and was staring at me.

I tried to push it aside and worked harder and harder every day to be “smart enough.” | would work harder than ever on all the assignments to try and please her to try to be considered smart. I would have my grandparents read over my stuff, and my aunts and uncles and they all gave better feedback than my teacher ever could. I switched homeroom teachers and the new teacher was understanding and nicer, who cared about what I felt and would help me pass the class, and treated all her students equally. The new teacher gave me good and bad feedback about my English assignment, but she made it where I understand what I did wrong and suggested things that would help. She helped me when I needed it and willing to take the time to help me accomplish a good grade.

At the end of all of this and now with me being in college, I am going to as hard as I can to get the grade I want. I wouldn’t care how many errors were on my paper in the end as long as I please myself and work my hardest. I will be able to accomplish college English in every way. The way you are teaching right now is just what I need to help me with English. You help everyone and give good feedback and feedback that will help my writing. You help me feel comfortable with sharing my rough drafts and I appreciate it, thank you.

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