The Teacher With the Curly Hair

This is about my favortie teacher who inspired me to write..

The first time I seen the teacher with the curly hair was my first year at Tyro Midlle School. He taught seventh grade and I was in the sixth. He came out of his classroom to yell at the screaming people around me. He hated sixth graders untill they had the chance to be in his class if they did.

I was one of the lucky ones who had the oportunnity, my seventh grade year I became an AVID student. A great acheivement for me, I was one of twenty-seven who had gotten into the class out of over onehundred choices. It was an honor. I had him for sixth period, I was nervous to go into his class. All my other teachers liked me, so the day had started out good. But now I had to go into the room of the teacher with the curly hair who hated sixth graders.

I didn't know what to expect, when I went into the room the board said, "Circle and Connect, Think Outside the Box, and Playa Hata Seats." This confused my class. I stood with my friends Nikki and Savannah in the front of the classroom. Everyone was talking and it was loud, then He walked in. Everyone sort of quieted down, but there was still a hushed whisper.

No one knew what to expect, he said in a loud voice, "I'm Mr.Davis. Your bellringer is to stand in a circle and connet your feet, we don't hold hands because we don't nothing akward going on."