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The big moments of Twain By: Jordan

Twain is an unforgettable school. All of my Glorious teachers helped me learn something new through out my years here at Twain. Weather it was how to add and subtract, or how to write a higher level thinking essay. They all helped me to learn to be my self to stay on my feet and to help me succeed in what lies ahead. But my teachers weren't the only ones that helped me out through out these years. My friends and family would always encourage me, to make me keep going forward and to never give up. I thought that I could do everything by my self. I stepped into first grade clueless about what lied ahead of me. That was the way I felt up until the end of second grade. It was the day we went to Clarkson Park. We were walking back to school when I felt a drop of rain on my head. Soon enough drops were falling one after the other. Not long after that there was thunder, then lighting, followed by screaming. All of the second graders had no where to go and no where to hide. That's where I knew, it hit me like a rock, that I can't do everything by my self. I wouldn't be able to get home by my self. I couldn't have confidence from my own mind. No I needed support. The highlight of my 2006-2007 year, I found my confidence. That memory is what keeps on my feet to have a good laugh over, that I still remember today. Ms. Compoz knows how to run Mark Twain, and she held many big events while I was here. One day our Reading MAPS testing scores had so many people that improved she threw us a party. The scores that had improved were highlighted in blue, so she made a blue day. To celebrate we all wore blue and had blue cookies at the end of the day. She made us feel so proud of our selves, I could tell even the ones that didn't improve were smiling, the kids that stayed the same and kids that improved all had blue tongues had a smile on their face. That is the most important thing that happened. Ms. Compoz helped build confidence for all the kids there that day, I think every kid there deserved to be proud of themselves. When I was in third grade, that was the weirdest year at Mark Twain. I won't say that some of the people in that class were weird, but there was something unique about them. Whenever we cleaned our desks which was every Friday, there would be two boys that came around. One would be sitting in this trash can singing this song that went like, “Trash Man! Trash Man! Here I am to take your trash! Trash Man! Trash Man! Give your trash to me!” The other one was pushing him around saying different words to the song that went, “I am the Trash Pusher! Trash Man Pusher! I push Trash Man all around! Trash Man Pusher! I am the Trash Man Pusher and I hope to get promoted!” Every Friday everyone gave them their trash, all the way up to the end of the year. To add on to that during D.E.A.R (Drop everything and READ) the two boys would always fight on who's turn it was to sit in the trash can filled with papers. At first I thought that their ideas were completely outrageous until everyone had gotten used to it. Ms. Habict was my teacher back then and those two boys would do anything for her, she was such a glorious teacher that I will never forget. Everyone I knew at Twain made an impact on my life. They always helped me through the melancholy, the bad, the worse even the good things in life that I couldn't handle. Everything the everyone did for me helped me get to where I am right now. Not only have I learned how to add and, subtract, read and write, but I learned how to make extraordinary friends, that I know will stick by my side wherever I go.