I am equally blessed to work with some amazing, dedicated teachers as well.
Looking back, there are two teachers that come to mind easily, with smiles and love.
I remember that I was afraid. I never went to Kindergarten and I knew I would have to show what I knew.
I wondered what the other kids, who did go to Kindergarten, knew.
I remember sitting on the bench outside the office.
The principal came out and sat next to me. Showtime.
I timidly recited my ABCs and I counted as high as I could. I even counted to 10 in Spanish, because I had learned it on Sesame Street.
I was in.
Sr. Mary was my 1st grade teacher. She was the kindest, most gentle soul I had ever met outside of my own family. I had the wonderful occasion to see her again, not too long ago. She took her hand and placed it on the side of my cheek, looked into my eyes and smiled.
My heart was so full; it felt like it would burst. I felt like a child once again, hoping that I had pleased her with the adult I had become. I felt so proud to tell her that I had become a teacher as well. And I wanted her to know how loved she was.
And then, in 5th grade, I had Mrs. Fraticelli. She was my English teacher. She was was stern, yet kind...a woman with tremendously high expectations for excellence...and thank God! She made me *want* to strive for excellence, because it was right that I expect excellence of myself.
Thank you, Sr. Mary, and Mrs. Fraticelli. You made a difference...in this girl's life for sure.
Who was your favorite teacher? Share a happy memory.