In 3rd grade, I had a teacher. Mrs. Quinn, she was like my second mom. She knew me better than anyone. I knew I could talk to her about everything and anything. When I had problems at home, I knew I could talk to her about them. I was teachers pet to be honest. Even after I moved up a grade I would always ask to go to the bathroom during class so I could go and see her. In 5th grade when I became a member of the schools safety patrol, I would have door duty where I would watch all of the kindergarteners walk out and find their parents. Her classroom was next to the big metal doors, so I would talk to her for a few extra minutes. One day, after all of the kids had cleared out, I went to her room to talk to her and it was around Christmas time. She asked me to help her hang up her special decorations and I agreed because I had done it every year. So after we finished, I had realized I was 30 minutes past the time I was supposed to return the walkie, and my vest. So when I got to the safety patrol room, the supervisor Mrs. Lavalle suspended my vest for two weeks. But I really didn't care. For those two weeks, I stayed late with Mrs. Quinn. She had a big impact on my school life. I hope to come in contact with her when in older. I have so many things to thank her for. She was my favorite. Mrs. Quinn is the reason I am who I am today.
