I don’t think I’ll ever forget the teacher next door when I taught 8th grade. Man, she was loud! She could holler from her desk next door and all of my students (who were her students 2 years prior) would cower under their desks. But she had a sixth sense about when I was feeling overwhelmed and could keep everyone in check. I could go running into her room freaking out about something... moreI don’t think I’ll ever forget the teacher next door when I taught 8th grade. Man, she was loud! She could holler from her desk next door and all of my students (who were her students 2 years prior) would cower under their desks. But she had a sixth sense about when I was feeling overwhelmed and could keep everyone in check. I could go running into her room freaking out about something and she would let me know when I was being ridiculous. But when something was really wrong, she would march down to the office and yell at the principal for me. I would never have made it through my first year of teaching middle school without her. view page