My Hero

My Hero

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  • Date Submitted: 04/12/2013 9:33 AM
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My Hero

Eyes full of anger, face flustered with intense confusion, she screamed, “Rayburn! What do you think you are doing?”

“I’m claiming this for myself.” I jokingly said with a mischievous grin. I knew beforehand that she would be angry, but I didn’t care I just wanted to see her reaction.

Young people are strongly influenced by the adults in their lives, such as teachers, parents, celebrities, and figures in the community. I am strongly influenced by my teacher, my art teacher I might add. Her name is Mrs. DesMeules and for the past two years of my life I have really looked up to her. She is witty and known to crack a joke every once in a blue moon, but she can also be stern and forceful. Most people assume that any art class is a joke, and that any art teacher is a push over. Mrs. Desmules is by no means a push over and if you do not take her class seriously you will not receive a high mark. My hero does not reward those for their natural talent, but for their willingness to work and their good will towards others.

My sophomore year was the first time I met my hero. I had heard a lot of good things and a few bad things about her, and I was on the fence about taking her class. I suppose my older brother Shawn was the driving force behind my decision to take her class. When I asked his opinion on whether or not to take Mrs. DesMeules class he respond with the most enthusiasm I have ever seen by saying, “Alex, I have taken her class six times. She is the best teacher ever and one of the coolest people I have ever met. You should really take her class. I really think that she will like you. And besides, you can draw really well and she will enjoy having someone in her class that can actually do well. The people that like to draw like you that take her class really get a lot out of it.”

“Well, that tears it. I am signing up for her class.”, I exclaimed enthusiastically. My fate was set; I was bound for ART I. On the first day of the second...

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