My Favorite Teacher by Thomas L. Friedman Friedman’s essay was solely talking about his favorite teacher, which was Hattie. Even though Hattie seemed to be an old stickler, the children at St. Louis Park High School really loved going to Room 313; sometimes they would even go out there and just hangout. He gives Hattie the credit for teaching much of what he knows and how he writes.
This reminded me a lot like my English teacher in high school. Devery Feickert was one of my favorite teachers for the longest time. He taught Creative Writing to a handful of children from the 12th grade, myself being one of them. This class taught me how to write in a different way than I did before. My greatest lessons that I got from that class would have to be writing of all the five senses; we did a unit on each. Devery made me look at my writing different than I have ever looked at it before. He gave me a sense of satisfaction with every word I wrote. He made me feel content with being so picky during the writing process, even though half the time I didn’t start my paper until the night before, mostly due to the fact that I was still wandering aimlessly trying to find a suitable topic. My first composition I wrote in college I had to bring back to Devery to share my excitement. I felt great when his response was, “That’s fantastic, Allison! Doesn’t surprise me that you could accomplish that because I know you have that ability. Your hard work in high school pays off, and you can write essays with the best of them. So glad to hear of your early success! It made my