For most people my age the thought of spending forty five minutes in a history class reading about what one really old person did for our country one hundred years ago is absolutely a bore and they would much rather be talking with friends about the events of their day or taking a nap but I could never seem to understand the frustrations they had with the course. For me History has always been so captivating because it not only allows us a chance to learn about our society but because it also allows us a chance to learn who we came from, the events leading up to both world wars, why such a small event can have such a drastic change in our world today. But when I take a look back and think about why my peers may have not enjoyed the subject it came to me that they didn’t enjoy it because of the way it was taught to us.
Whenever we walked into class it was always the same routine; read the textbook, pass the test and move on. The stories were always plain and black and white, the teacher was never passionate about what they were teaching. It wasn’t until I took the stories and made them come to life for myself that i understood better, imagining what it must have been like for the common American when the stock market collapsed in 1929. Imagining what it must have been like to wait in bread lines for hours upon hours hoping to receive at least one meal. I imagine these things to myself because that's what i was taught to do by my middle school history teacher, who really revived history and brought it to life for me, she taught us that when we are learning new things in history it is easier to learn when you try to put yourselves in the situation that you're learning about and it really worked for me, not only to understand better but also to take a real interest in that particular subject . My classmates couldn’t see it the way because all they were taught to do was learn a few facts that they were bound to forget and pass a test because no one ever took the...