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The Kindness of a Teacher
Scenario:An autistic teen named Michael has two mean teachers Miss Tippet and Miss Wilson they would shame him and make him feel small because of his special needs one day Miss Tippet and Miss Wilson made Michael sit in the hallway where he is met by Miss Brittany who is a new special education teacher Miss Brittany is a sweet lady and is nice to Michael she is nicer than miss tippet and Miss Wilson and Miss Brittany might be the teacher that Michael needs Miss Brittany saves Michael from Miss Tippet and Miss Wilson and she takes Michael as one of her own students
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Michael Johnson
sensitive, and hopeful. Michael faces bullying from his teachers, Miss Tippet and Miss Wilson, who shame him for his special needs. Despite this, he finds solace in Miss Brittany, a kind special education teacher who treats him with compassion and understanding. She becomes his advocate and helps him navigate the challenges of school.
Miss Brittany
supportive, and understanding. Miss Brittany rescues Michael from the hallway where he was left by Miss Tippet and Miss Wilson. She offers him kindness and acceptance, becoming a beacon of hope for Michael.
Miss Tippet
judgmental, and unkind. Miss Tippet frequently belittles Michael for his autism and makes him feel ashamed of his differences. Her behavior towards Michael is cruel and unprofessional, causing him distress and anxiety.
I have two mean teachers; they are Miss Tippet and Miss Wilson.
They would shame me in front of the whole class and make me feel small and useless.
They would tell me I am not learning anything because I have special needs.
They would make me sit away from the other students and make me learn alone.
Sometimes, they would yell at me and tell me I am stupid and will never amount to anything in life.
I would cry myself to sleep every night and wake up the next morning with tears.
One day, they told me to sit in the hallway.
It was a long day, and I was tired of sitting.
I saw someone walking toward me.
Her name was Miss Brittany.
She was a new teacher, and she had a sweet smile on her face.
She greeted me kindly and asked if I am okay and what I am doing in the hallway.
I explained the situation to her, and she listened carefully to what I had to say.
She told me not to mind them; she will be my teacher starting from tomorrow.
I smiled at her and thanked her for being so nice.
She held my hand and took me back to her class.
From that day on, I became one of her students, and she treated me like her own child.
I followed Miss Brittany down the empty hallway to her classroom.
The fluorescent lights were buzzing above us, and the floor was polished so well that I could see my reflection in it.
As we walked, I told her about how Miss Tippet and Miss Wilson are still my teachers, and she listened carefully.
When we reached her desk, she pulled out some official-looking papers from her drawer and explained that she had already spoken to the principal about the situation.
She showed me the transfer forms and pointed to where my name would go.
My hands were shaking as I looked at the documents, hardly daring to believe that this was really happening.
Just then, the bell rang, and I jumped in surprise.
But Miss Brittany just smiled reassuringly and told me not to worry; she would handle everything.
"Miss Brittany, what if they get mad at me for leaving their class?" I asked, my voice trembling.
"They won't have a say in it," she replied firmly, her eyes full of determination.
"And besides," she added with a gentle smile, "everyone deserves a teacher who believes in them."
I nodded, feeling a warmth spread through my chest.
Then I sat down at my new desk, carefully arranging my pencils and pens in their proper places.
Just as I was finishing up, I heard the sound of heavy footsteps echoing down the hallway.
It sounded like someone was running, but I couldn't see who it was.
Suddenly, the door to the classroom burst open and Miss Tippet stormed in, her face red with anger.
She was followed closely by Miss Wilson, who looked equally furious.
I felt my hands start to shake again, and my heart began to pound in my chest.
Miss Tippet pointed a finger at me and shouted, "What is he doing here?"
Before I could even answer, Miss Brittany rose from her desk and stepped between us.
She placed a gentle hand on my shoulder and guided me behind her, shielding me from my former teachers.
"He's exactly where he belongs," Miss Brittany said, her voice unwavering.
