This wouldn’t have been as big of a deal if it was just a worksheet from Mrs. Owens, my actual teacher who was forgiving and everyone’s favorite. I was working with Mrs. Budkie that month and had forgotten a homework assignment that was meant to prepare us for a discussion in her class the next day. Mrs. Budkie was the reading teacher who worked with the teacher and students in grades one through three, and everyone in my grade hated her. Looking back, her class wasn’t horrible and she prepared me very well for future English classes, but to my little nine-year-old self, she was terrifying and the work felt impossible.
I panicked and told my dad what had happened. I knew that Mrs. Budkie was going to yell …show more content…
Budkie told us to take out our questions. About half of the kids in my class of fifteen didn’t have any. Upon realizing this, Mrs. Budkie told anyone who didn’t do their homework to stand up. She lectured us on the importance of doing homework not only for ourselves but for others. We weren’t able to discuss the book because a lot of the class was unprepared. Then she called us up to her desk to call Mrs. Owens about how few of us did our homework and how we were going to get zeroes. That’s when I realized that I had to show her my work if I wanted to at least get some points. Mrs. Budkie was surprised. She like the discussion questions I came up with and admired the fact that I attempted the assignment anyway. She gave me 100% and said that I could make up the reading