Hi folks, school is about to start, and I am thinking about all the wonderful teachers in my life.
As a teen, I was a small town country girl with big dreams. I lived 45 minutes outside of one of the biggest cities in the United States, Houston, TX, but that drive might has been as far away as the moon. When I walked to the bus stop, I stared at a cornfield.
My favorite teacher in high school was Mrs. Baugh. She taught drama, speech, and English, my all time favorite subjects at Waller High School.
In a school world that expected me to do nothing (I was a less than stellar student), Mrs. Baugh expected everything. She always told me I was a surprise. She said she saw a tenacity in me that she'd never seen in a student before.
One of my favorite moments was when I had returned from a speech tournament with an oration that she had given me a D on. I had won first prize at the tournament, and I was waving my little speech under her nose.
"YOU failed me when I turned this in!" I said.
She looked at me over her glasses. "Whatever is in your hand does not resemble what you turned in to me. That was a first draft, but I knew you'd eventually get it figured out. You always keep at it."
What she said was true. I was a strange student. If I failed a paper (I failed many), and I was unhappy about that, I would keep working until I was satisfied. Long after we moved on in class, I would still wrestle failed papers. I could never work fast enough in school, but given time, I could do good work.
Mrs. Baugh understood this about me and encouraged me at every turn. She is the first teacher who believed in me. I am still writing today. Her belief is still with me. I also know that my need to make it better will eventually lead to my best work.
Yay, for good teachers. I hope you all have the best year ever.
I hope you take time to appreciate the teachers in your life and the gifts they have given you. I will be back with more this month.
Here is a doodle.
Here is a quote.
One looks back with appreciation to the brilliant teachers, but with gratitude to those who touched our human feelings. The curriculum is so much necessary raw material, but warmth is the vital element for the growing plant and for the soul of the child. Carl Jung