Out of all my teachers, the one who left the biggest impression on me had to be my fifth grade teacher, Mr. Williams. He is memorable not because he was such a great teacher, I remember him well because I hated his class! He was an intelligent person; however, he wasn’t very nice. Just because someone is intelligent, it doesn’t necessarily mean they will make a wonderful teacher. It seemed like Mr. Williams loved to embarrass students. When we went over our math homework, he always called on students to solve the problems on the board. He never responded to hands raised because he decided to call on students that had the most difficulty with the subject matter. Back then I had trouble with long division and went for extra help. Every time we started going over the math problems, he always called on me to answer the first problem. It was embarrassing for me because I wasn’t completely confident in my ability. I was very angry that my teacher kept on calling on me because he made me feel like his main goal was to embarrass me and reveal that I didn’t know the answer. Due to this happening every day, I stopped going to extra help because I couldn’t stand being around that teacher. So to make a long story short, I decided to skip extra help for the rest of the school year, however, one of my smart classmates tutored me and I did much better on tests and homework. The rest of the school year I remember thinking that I wished my smart friend could teach the class because she would have done a much better job.