Every year before the first day of school we would go shopping for new clothes and school supplies. While my brother and sisters rummaged through the department stores looking at clothes I would always sneak away and head straight for the school supplies. I have always loved the smell of lead on pencils, erasers, and paper.
We all cope with puberty and school in different ways. Fortunately for me I discovered a new teacher during one of many stays in detention who lead me to gymnastics, which led to horseback riding, which led to choir and school musicals. So you see there may be times when your children do not think they need an education. Times when they struggle to find themselves and times when you just want to give up. All children really need is a cause, something to make them not want to give up learning. It happened to this “Rebel without a Cause” and all it took was one good teacher who took the time to see something more in me.
Have any of you ever had a teacher like that?
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This might be strange of me to say- but truthfully The one teacher I remember the most is Mrs Orndorf. She was my kindergarden teacher and I adored her. I couldn't tell you why though.
That's great a teacher saw your potential and pointed you in the right direction. (And I bet that bully never messed with you again.)
I was always the good kid - never did anything wrong. That was my older brother's job.
Yep but not till college. Then I had three that saw things in me that no one else had and my grads soared through the roof and I finally loved school.
My seventh grade teach threw an apple across the class room. It landed smack dab in middle of TW's forehead and splattered all over his face.
I was a good student and grew up knowing I wanted to be a teacher. But I credit three marvelous teachers - Mr. Ramer, Mr. Kirst, and Mrs. Grisham - for turning me into a writer.
And as an early childhood (preschool) teacher for 15 years, I know none of my students will remember my name. But I still like to think I made a difference...
erica
Hi, Sis,
In my first year of college, my art professor gave me a D for the semester. I had NEVER been graded below a B my whole life. I was so angry that I drew like a madman during our break.
My first day back I, as I began to draw he lurked around the room and came up behind me. I turned and confronted him. He studied my drawing and blurted out "Finally!"
After class he approached me. I asked him why the D? He told me he did it on purpose... I had asked him to change my grade and he refused. He wanted me to always remember.
I had a couple teachers who really helped me.
My sister just started her first year as a highschool chemistry teacher. I'm so excited for her. She loves her students already.
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