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Walking into my first hour of sophomore year, I was not excited. Summer was over, and I was back in English class, my most dreaded class from just a year prior. I had heard Mr. Andrews was an entertaining, kind, fun teacher, but was not sold that it would mean I was going to enjoy English this year, but I couldn’t have been further off.
At the start and end of class, we would play a quick game. Sometimes this was a putting game, as Mr. Andrews is also the golf coach, so he always had a putter to his side, or a game called hide the doof, in which the whole class would hide a small toy figure, and two kids would compete against each other to find it. This was Mr. Andrew's way of getting kids engaged into the class, and he also became more personable and approachable, as we would see the kid in him, enjoying these games just like us, showing us how he could be more than a teacher to us, and someone we could be personable, honest and upfront with.
I learned early in the year how easy it was to talk to Mr. Andrews, as I walked upstairs by the English room, his door was always screaming at me to pop in and see what he was doing. Sometimes this was before class, or in passing periods. Whenever I saw Mr. Andrew's room, or him in a hallway, a jolt of happiness shocked throughout my body, as he chimed, “Whats up Leoni!”
Mr. Andrews always makes his students lifes valuable to him. Whenever I talked to Mr. Andrews, it was always about how I was doing. It was, “How's basketball going?” “How did you play last night?” or “How’s your older brother doing?” This is an extremely valuable trait, and something I want to continue to grow with in my life, as it can mean the world to someone when they can talk to someone about themselves.
It was always easy to listen to Mr. Andrews teach new concepts to class. He would always find a way to make any topic he talked about interesting, either by including students in his teaching, making creative, humorous sentences we could all laugh about, or being hands on with the new topics so we could practice our skills with the topic.
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