Don’t hate me for bringing up the S word.
We just ordered text books in this house but that’s all the school talk allowed as we squeeze what’s left from Summer.
But I just couldn’t resist this video. Blame it on my mom, who was a teacher, the very best kind.
First grade teachers line us up for life.
If competent, they create a routine and pleasant environment. If extraordinary, they instill confidence and stoke fires of curiosity and imagination.
Their salaries are nowhere near a match for the impact they have on individual journeys in learning. Yet most of us remember our first, for better or worse.
I loved Ms. Tate, my Grade 1 teacher. She was kind and stylish and didn’t discourage my chatterbox tendencies. I have long since forgiven her for telling me there was no Santa.
That’s me, front row (always) in the daily singalong, blonde pigtails, demonstrating an early gift for flirting.
This one goes out to Ms. Tate, all the grade one teachers preparing lesson plans in these last weeks of summer, and a clever boy named Henry about to start Grade 1.
Hope he gets a teacher like this one:
Who was your teacher? Did they make you hurry up to get to school or lag behind? Love to hear stories!