It’s Teacher Appreciation Week. Rather than complain about all the things I could complain about, and contine to be negative nelly…I want to celebrate my favorite teachers instead. DK, AK, RW, TB, LB, MV, DN, AS, DH, DJ, JH, and TB2– I am who I am b/c of you. less than 5 seconds ago via web.
DK and AK: my parents. Without them, I would be lost, in so many ways. They raised me right and I’m thankful for it.
RW: my high school English teacher. She was always one of my favorite people, and I loved having her as a teacher. In fact, she is who inspired me to become a teacher.
TB: my high school history teacher for AP American History. He allowed be to be creative and didn’t seem to mind my sarcasm. I enjoyed his classes immensely, not just because they were interesting .
LB & MV: my fourth grade and sixth grade teachers, respectively. These women made all the things that weren’t English related fun when I was in elementary school.
EW: my sixth grade reading/English teacher. She taught us to speed read, introduced us to poetry, and took us on walks to the nearby park. I still remember the day we went and had to dry out our clothes on the radiators because of the snow. Perhaps the most fun I’ve ever had while learning.
DN: Ninth grade English teacher. She made me work for my grades and didn’t just accept that my work was good enough. I appreciate that now, though I might not have then.
AS & DH: My high school band and choir teachers, respectively. Though AS has passed on (R.I.P.), I still think of him so often. He was the first teacher to make me feel guilt — my talent at my instrument could be so much more, he said, if I’d only practice. I was a music major because he made me think it was possible. Meanwhile, DH was the first vocal teacher to appreciate my talent in that area. Everyone else didn’t think I could sing.
DJ: My college flute instructor. I’ve never worked so hard in my life as when I was preparing for my senior recital. She never gave up and used just the right amount of guilt, shame and encouragement to keep me working.
JH: My college communication teacher, who enjoyed my research but told me I couldn’t really write. It was a hard pill to swallow, but those lessons were oh so necessary.
TB2: My poli-econ professor. I didn’t understand the subject, but she taught it well enough and had high expectations that WORKED for that B, and totally appreciated it as well. May she R.I.P. as well.
When I look back over my life, I am blessed to have SO MANY teachers who have made a difference in my life. I can only hope that I am that teacher for at least one of my students. I hope they’ll look back, when they’re an adult, and think, “Man, MidwestTeacher was super tough, but I learned so much from her — and I’m glad she was my teacher. ”
So…thank you, all of you. I’m glad you were my teachers.