Dear diary,
I wonder what exactly I was feeling when my teacher first came to me? Was I scared? Nervous? Anxious? I think it was more like happiness. But yet I was so mad that everybody else could speak without using sign language, like I had to. I got so mad that I used to lock my parents in closets and hide the keys. I would also scream a lot to get my way. I couldn't speak because I was young and I never got taught how to speak. But I was too mad to listen to her the first day she got to me. I locked her in the nearest closet I found and hid the key so nobody knew where it was except me. After a day of her in the closet I realized something. I realized this lady was the closest to me becoming normal, so I let her out of the closet. I could tell she was mad at me by the way her face felt on my hand. But, after that, I don't think I ever mistreated my teacher. She taught me manners and I love her for that.
The next day was similar to the last. She tried to get me to calm down. But when she tried, I just screamed for not getting my own way. It was difficult teaching me, and I'm so glad she was my teacher. The first thing we did was learn different names for different things. She spelled out the word doll in my hand and then gave me a doll to hold. I learned later after days worth of learning that everything had a name. One of the hardest things to learn was water. After Miss.Sullivan spelled it out in my hand, she took me over to the well as she poured the water on my hands.
If I had to go back and change that part of my life, I would have definitely treated her with more respect when she first came. I was just so angry and I couldn’t help myself. I know now that I was very wrong to do that to a friend of mine and even my parents. I should have treated them better, I mean they are my parents. My only parents, and my teacher was my only teacher. So i guess the lesson involved with my story is to live life to the fullest.
-Helen Keller
I wonder what exactly I was feeling when my teacher first came to me? Was I scared? Nervous? Anxious? I think it was more like happiness. But yet I was so mad that everybody else could speak without using sign language, like I had to. I got so mad that I used to lock my parents in closets and hide the keys. I would also scream a lot to get my way. I couldn't speak because I was young and I never got taught how to speak. But I was too mad to listen to her the first day she got to me. I locked her in the nearest closet I found and hid the key so nobody knew where it was except me. After a day of her in the closet I realized something. I realized this lady was the closest to me becoming normal, so I let her out of the closet. I could tell she was mad at me by the way her face felt on my hand. But, after that, I don't think I ever mistreated my teacher. She taught me manners and I love her for that.
The next day was similar to the last. She tried to get me to calm down. But when she tried, I just screamed for not getting my own way. It was difficult teaching me, and I'm so glad she was my teacher. The first thing we did was learn different names for different things. She spelled out the word doll in my hand and then gave me a doll to hold. I learned later after days worth of learning that everything had a name. One of the hardest things to learn was water. After Miss.Sullivan spelled it out in my hand, she took me over to the well as she poured the water on my hands.
If I had to go back and change that part of my life, I would have definitely treated her with more respect when she first came. I was just so angry and I couldn’t help myself. I know now that I was very wrong to do that to a friend of mine and even my parents. I should have treated them better, I mean they are my parents. My only parents, and my teacher was my only teacher. So i guess the lesson involved with my story is to live life to the fullest.
-Helen Keller
