A large boom sounds in my ears. Looking up the snow ridden mountain, I see a lightning fast blob coming toward me. I feel as though I have cement shoes on while attempting to run towards safety. Before I know it, I fall down and a wave of cold, wet, heavy snow runs over me. Suddenly, a noise that sounds like “ch, ch, ch, ch, chop,” is above me. Looking up, I see a helicopter with Mrs. Rosen inside. I know that once I get up the ladder to her short brown hair and sage advice, I’ll be okay. I’m going to climb up.

To me, math was like an algebraic avalanche. Four times a month, the avalanche hit me and confusion washed over. I never knew what to expect when I walked through the door.

But, Mrs. Rosen was willing to help whenever I asked. She spent time in class going over confusing homework problems and even allowed time in class to get a chunk of our homework done. I remember one time when we spent almost an entire class going over homework! And study hall with her--like my own superpower against math--opened another door. She would be more than willing to go over anything I was confused over. My avalanche was starting to get smaller--getting rid of 1,000 pounds of snow.

She also made notes easy. Picking out what specific things (like formulas and good examples) to put in our notebooks. She would often use the phrase “Hint, hint, wink, wink,” when a problem would be on our test. It made our lives easier so we could focus on the imperative skills. There goes the rest of the snow, what a relief!

Mrs. Rosen is tough as nails, yet soft as flour. She makes sure we get everything we need done, but she also explains math eloquently. Without her, I don’t think I would do as well as I did in math. And, I know she has continued to be the teacher I love. My sister has her now-- she comes home and has said nothing but exemplary things about Mrs. Rosen. She is like the helicopter that pulls me up from the avalanche of my mind. She is the one who took away all of the snow. She is Mrs. Beth Rosen, the Educator of my Life.