An Unforgettable Teacher Essay -- The Teacher Who Changed My Life

I remember my fourth grade year as if it were yesterday. My homeroom teacher, Mr. Anderson, would stand at the front of the room each morn at 915, and wait patiently for us to say the Pledge of Allegiance. Then, like clockwork, at exactly 917, as my class of 28 sit down down, he would set up a magic trick, pretending each day that something was going wrong during the set-up. As Mr. Anderson did this, he would often tell us a story that in some way or a nonher related to the magic trick he showed us. Then, as he finished the trick, he would tell us the moral to the story. Now a days I dont have some whiz there for me constantly saying what I should or should not do. I often find myself in situations in which I must be the one to decide if, for instance, I should go to a party or to the bars, or stay home and concentrate on the massive amounts of homework that have piled up. It is at times like these when Mr. Andersons words of advice float though my head. The one I hear Mr. Anderson saying most often in the back ...