At 11 years of age, I graduated elementary school. In order to get into the Junior High School I chose, I had to take a entry test. The last assignment of the test was to write an essay on one (1) of two (2) topics provided. The choices were either what I would do if I were president or an invention that would be good for schools. Being a young Hispanic from the ghetto, presidency wasn't a thought at the time. So I chose the invention. The invention was a desk that closed and opened with a built in laptop that students could take home when necessary and would be able to transfer from class to class. So we could eliminate books. "Save the trees!" was kind of the theme, also to get the upcoming generation ready for a digital world. The results of the test put me in advanced Mathematics and English. I'm guessing it was a good essay. In that first year of Social Studies, I had the coolest teacher I could ask for. His name was Mr Super. Mr. Super was into all the games we were and from the same community as the students. At the same time as teaching us he was studying for is PHD in Social Studies. Being a young white guy from and teaching in a mostly black community he showed us we could do anything. To pass Mr. Supers' class you had to right a paper on a S.S. topic. In the first year I took a liking to the Mid-Evil Torture era of history. My paper of course was on Mid-Evil Torture. Mr. Super liked it an gave it to other teachers and PHD students in his class to read, they liked it as well. He was my S.S. teacher for the following years until I graduated. With my intelligence and knowledge growing, he allowed me to write all my final papers on Mid-Evil Torture. With his expectations of me growing each paper required more standards. Every year it grew from five (5) pages in sixth grade to eight (8) pages in seventh and ten (10) pages in eighth grade. Thanks to the extent of how large the subject of Mid-Evil Torture, I didn't have to include the same information from the previous papers. Every paper was better than the one before, from what he, the other teachers and his PHD colleagues thought.
By James Marquez