Owen's thread got me thinking (I know, its dangerous). Who made the most difference in your life?
My parents of course. But I will never forget a teacher named Ms. Collins. She was beautiful, and man was she just the firey thing this 7th grader needed.
I will never forget when I deliberately stayed out in the rain with another couple of guys between class because we could.
We were soaked.
Ms. Collins walked over with a smile on her face and turned the air conditioning down to 65.
But I got an A in algebra that year for every semester - while I was an under achiever in the other courses.
I had a math teacher in 4th grade tell me I was stupid and would never be able to learn math because I was struggling still with multiplication due to a move in the middle of 3rd grade. I had moved from a school that was behind my new one, and had a lot of catching up to try to do.
I'm forever grateful to the one in fifth grade who stayed after school with me, sent home flashcards and assignments, and let me know she believed I could do it. I was lucky enough to have her again in 7th and 8th grades (Catholic school) because it was her patience and belief that helped me learn algebra. Without her I'd have been lost.
My second grade teacher, Ms. Beetle. She encouraged me to use my singing talents and gave me what little self esteem I have ever had. She also taught me about democracy with a demonstation that I passed on to my children and still you today.
Thanky you, Ms Beetle for inspiring me and giving me that one hint of self esteem. If I have ever loved a person, I would have to say that I loved you!!
If we're talking teachers, it would have to be Mr. Funk, my 7th grade english teacher. He was sooo cool! And he was so easy to distract! But I'll tell you, when he did get down to business, you WANTED to learn! We all had admiration for him. If it hadn't been for him, I wouldn't have an appreciation for Shakespeare or Edgar Allan Poe. He was the best!
Another teacher worth mentioning was my guitar teacher back around 7th grade... can't remember his name... but that's not really important. I remember playing "Red River Valley" very softly for him. He looked at me & said, "Why don't you play louder? No matter what you do, you'll still walk out of here with your head intact!" I've always used those words to give me strength & courage to face things I cowered from.
sweetowen: If we're talking teachers, it would have to be Mr. Funk, my 7th grade english teacher. He was sooo cool! And he was so easy to distract! But I'll tell you, when he did get down to business, you WANTED to learn! We all had admiration for him. If it hadn't been for him, I wouldn't have an appreciation for Shakespeare or Edgar Allan Poe. He was the best!
Another teacher worth mentioning was my guitar teacher back around 7th grade... can't remember his name... but that's not really important. I remember playing "Red River Valley" very softly for him. He looked at me & said, "Why don't you play louder? No matter what you do, you'll still walk out of here with your head intact!" I've always used those words to give me strength & courage to face things I cowered from.
i had a teacher named mr funk when i was in high school
During a troubled time long ago in a faraway land, a former cop that had been fired from his job, pulled me aside and got me into his boxing program. He was a mentor and role model. He won't be forgotten as I give back to others today.
DazzleYou: Owen's thread got me thinking (I know, its dangerous). Who made the most difference in your life?
My parents of course. But I will never forget a teacher named Ms. Collins. She was beautiful, and man was she just the firey thing this 7th grader needed.
I will never forget when I deliberately stayed out in the rain with another couple of guys between class because we could.
We were soaked.
Ms. Collins walked over with a smile on her face and turned the air conditioning down to 65.
But I got an A in algebra that year for every semester - while I was an under achiever in the other courses.
Teacher wise, it would have to be Mrs. Katherine Mills...My senior class high school English teacher...Unfortunately, she's passed away now...the younger generations will never know what they're missing in such an incredible instructor...
In my personal life...My grandparents...They raised my sister and myself as if we were their own children...Sheesh...I still miss them so... Next would be my wonderful husband... He's an incredible man...
Aaaah thankyou Ken, you are sweet. I say the same, Good friends like you Ken keep me going and brighten my days. Both you and Shelly are always here for me and I wish the best in the world for you and her.
DragonLee: could be i had a teacher named mr funk and he was the coolest teacher it saden me when he left didn`t know where he went where did you go to school
My first college teacher who gave me a "C" and that allowed me to keep going. I would have not kept going if I failed and that changed my life for the better.
Well there are good influences and there are bad ones. Offhand I can only think of a bad one. Her name was Mrs. Deuche my 1st grade teacher. She was a short redhead with freckles and a nasty disposition. I was a very active kid back then probably to the point of being disruptive in class, so one day she stood me up in front of the class and made an example out of me, saying to the class things like "You don't want to be like HIM do you?" She made me sit apart from the other kids and from then on I had virtually no self esteem left. I totally gave up on doing anything in school, classwork, homework etc. This decision followed me all the way through school including HS. I would not participate in school activities ever. I wasn't disruptive, all I did was show up and listen and take tests. My test scores were always among the highest in the class because I had to pay attention and absorb what was said by my teachers because homework and study was out. This had a benificial side effect in making me a very acute listener. It's funny how things that happen to you as a child you carry for the rest of your life.
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My parents of course. But I will never forget a teacher named Ms. Collins. She was beautiful, and man was she just the firey thing this 7th grader needed.
I will never forget when I deliberately stayed out in the rain with another couple of guys between class because we could.
We were soaked.
Ms. Collins walked over with a smile on her face and turned the air conditioning down to 65.
But I got an A in algebra that year for every semester - while I was an under achiever in the other courses.