The person I am most thankful for in my sixth period English two class is my teacher, Mr. McCarthy. I've never really liked my English classes, they are boring and either drown you in essays or make you try to pick out meaning from a text that does not exist. Mr. McCarthy makes English fun though, he constantly calls on us in class and forces us to prove not only that we read the material, but that we also somewhat understand it. If the unfortunate student is completely oblivious to what is going on he light heartingly humiliates him. It makes English enjoyable and inspires us to pay attention.
Mr. McCarthy's tangents also relate to what we are reading and do not make me question all of my life choices as I wait for the painfully long story to end. I personally find the tangents interesting and I have learned a couple new things from them, for example I did not know expecting fathers handed out cigars.
Mr. McCarthy has made English an enjoyable class, for this year at least. It is nice to enjoy to be able to enjoy a class most dread. I'm happy to say that I not only enjoy English but that I am also learning it at the same time. Never have I liked a class and actually gotten work down in that class, and I am thankful for that.
