Thursday, April 28, 2011

A Teacher's Best Gift

We all remember the horrible days of middle school, right? Or at least, I hear from friends all the time how much they hated them and how hard they are for their children, too.

Silly me, I transferred schools (voluntarily, ironically enough) at the beginning of 8th grade. I couldn't imagine taking the "computer" class the old school was offering, nor Spanish from the non-Spanish speaking teacher. I convinced my mom, and we registered for the local public school where I knew essentially no one.

I went from a small Catholic school with around 40 kids in my class to a several hundred student school with sometimes 40 students in a classroom. It was a big change - both socially and academically. Socially, I was lucky that I walked up to a table at lunch my first day and made friends with the people sitting there, some of whom I'm still in contact with today.

Academically was more of a challenge. We hadn't had any gifted classes at my old school. I literally was handed an algebra book in 7th grade and told to let the teacher know when I wanted to be tested (thank you, Mrs. Robinson). For reading, Kari and I were sent into the coat closet to work on our more advanced books on our own. I'm not joking. And looking back, I'm not sure how or why my mom thought this was ok. I may have to ask her.

I was overwhelmed with the academic side of things, not knowing how to participate in these classes or whether I really fit in. Mrs. Vickery was my lifeline. She was my English teacher that year and my newspaper adviser. She. Was. Awesome.

She made me believe in myself again. I was capable of doing the work, but she made me love it. Beyond that, she took the time to find out what I loved and encouraged me with it. She was the one who suggested I join the newspaper and who pushed me to keep at it in high school - something I am ever grateful she did. And she was the one who encouraged me to join the Knowledge Masters team, to look into Odyssey of the Mind, to compete in the Battle of the Brains (we lost badly, but it was FUN!). She was the one who forced me to apply for the AP history program when I went to high school, something I was scared to do for fear of rejection.

She isn't teaching there any longer, as she was a veteran teacher when I was in junior high, but I still think of her fondly. I love that she helped me, and I know I wasn't the only one. I just hope and pray the wee ones have teacher experiences like that with the same type of help and encouragement I received.

Who was your support and motivation?


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angie April 28, 2011 at 2:00 PM  

Isn't it wonderful to have a teacher that leaves such a mark in a positive way?

Brooke April 28, 2011 at 9:25 PM  

She sounds like an amazing teacher! ;D I had an English teacher in high school and one in college that spring to mind when I think of the few that took the extra effort.

Debbie April 29, 2011 at 10:16 AM  

My mom is great, the most influence on my life. With her as my example the way I look at it is that is a mom's job. Right now, my energy is directed at trying to have the influence Mrs. Vickery had on you with two stepdaughters who desperately need the support and guidance. Sort of a combination of being a teacher and a friend and a mom without actually being their mom. Here hoping!

Michelle April 29, 2011 at 1:26 PM  

Angie - I am always so grateful for her and all the teachers (and other role models) who step up like this. So glad I had one!

Brooke - It's funny. The little effort isn't that huge for them, but the return for us who are impacted is massive.

Debbie - You're doing a great job with them. And I'm sure they'll tell you one day how much you changed their lives in a good way. You're awesome!

Mrs4444 May 1, 2011 at 3:27 PM  

I try to be very conscious of the things I say to kids (good and bad). I know that my words are powerful. Hopefully, I have inspired a few to follow their dreams, just as Miss Johnson did for me.

septembermom May 4, 2011 at 12:47 PM  

Beautiful post about an amazing teacher. It's so nice to read this.

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