Undergraduate / Mr. Pulley - Which of your current or previous teachers do you admire most, and why? [3]

Over the course of twelve years of school, I have had a wide assortment of teachers; all with very different teaching styles and personalities. There have been bad teachers, good teachers, and even a few great ones. None, however, come close to my seventh grade science teacher, Mr. Pulley.

There is no single defining trait about Mr. Pulley that makes him a step above the rest. Everything about this man makes me admire him, even to this day. First of all, this is a guy that looked like he should have retired about twenty years ago. Not to say that he looked particularly wealthy, more so that he was just plain old. This, in addition to the fact that his seventh grade science class was a bunch of wild, hormone-infused preteens, makes it impressive to me that he even wanted the job. Regardless, Mr. Pulley greeted us every single day with a smile on his face and an objective in mind. He was always very patient with his students, and very thorough in his lessons. This was a teacher that actually cared about what he did, that strived to be a positive influence on all the lives that he touched. In my opinion, this is the kind of person that makes the biggest difference in the world around them. Mr. Pulley took pride in what he did every single day. There is no doubt in my mind that my seventh grade science teacher is the most worthy of my admiration.

Writing Feedback / "This is the third time you've almost lost it" - Free Response Essay [4]

limit 250 words, this is 245. Any help would be greatly appreciated!

Hanging upside down from a slim metallic cable fifty feet above safety, I had begun to give up hope. "This is the third time you've almost lost it," I told myself. Looking around at the treetops that made up my surroundings, I paused for a second and admitted that this was a lot harder than I had imagined it to be. Suddenly from far below came a word of motivation - "You got this Logan!" I recognized this as the unmistakable voice of my classmate Jamey, who had accompanied me and fourteen other engineering students on this fieldtrip. Taking a deep breath, I recalled how I had fixed my dilemma just a minute ago. Making sure my feet were centered on the first cable and strengthening the grip I had on the second, I forced my lower body earthwards and levered my torso towards the sky above. Miraculously, I was right-side-up before I knew it, and allowed a sigh of relief as I felt the blood rush back out of my head. It was great to be on top of things again, yet a challenge still awaited me. Looking to my left, beyond where my flimsy metallic path ended, I spotted the end of my odyssey; a single rope hanging innocently out of range. But no, I had come too far for "out of range." Without a second thought I let go of everything I had, lunged towards my objective, and secured myself as the victor.