In 8^th grade at Orchard we had this History teacher named Mrs. Fidler. Before you had her in eighth grade she seemed like the most mean, strict teacher in the school. She would get your entire grade to have to walk down the hall in single file without saying a word, which we never did at Orchard, because one person accidently ran into her. Everyone was afraid of her before they had her. Afterwards everyone said that she was their favorite teacher and one of the best they ever had. I was no exception. I was afraid of her since I was in fifth grade when we were first introduced. One of my friends ran into her and she got angry and had us stand on the wall and interrogated us, or at least it felt like that. In sixth and seventh grade she remained the same and everyone was afraid of crossing paths with Mrs. Fidler. However, when we became eighth graders and had her in class we all learned to love her and not be afraid of her anymore. It was a lot of fun watching her go out and yell at students in the other grades and even in our grade a few times. She is an extremely good teacher that all of us loved as a teacher and we didn’t fear her anymore. That is just one of many experiences where my first impressions of others were wrong and I felt guilty of placing those ideas about them in my head.