Question # 13
Your Favorite Teacher
I think I am going to have to split this up in stages again..
I have had some really GREAT teachers in my life..
(and some piss poor ones too)
Sr Mary McClain ... my 2nd grade teacher.
I had come to parochial school later than some of my classmates.
and in my case right smack in the middle of the year.
I was definitely a fish out of water.
I remember on the very first day... getting up to sharpen my pencil... and
every eye in the class was on me...
I couldn't figure out why?
Later I found out that unlike public school you had to raise your hand and ask permission to get out of your seat..
for EVERYTHING......including sharpening pencils.
Sister didn't reprimand me in front of the others, but pulled me aside on the playground and very sweetly and gently explained the rules.
She was always very kind
Not to mention she was one of the few nuns that smiled alot and actually had fun...
I just loved her.
I liked her so much that...
between her and Sister Bertrille ( The Flying Nun)
I wanted to be a nun.
( That didn't last long)
Apparently it didn't last long for her either..
Years later I heard she left the convent and started a whole new life.
But my gosh..... She was a wonderful teacher and person.
Still in Catholic School ...
I don't know why... but she seemed to like me, which was kind of amazing since it was a given that she preferred the boys.
(Hmmm.. I wonder if my upper lip hair had any bearing on it?
it wasn't as much of an issue during puberty...not like it is now during menopause.)
I like to think it's because she got my humor.
I think I was even voted teacher's pet.
This I assure you was a great change ....
considering I was never buddy buddy with any of my teachers.
She definitely gave me alot of leeway.
Allowing me to work on special projects and help her with things in the class, which gratefully
kept me out of doing some of the more mundane things...
treated me like an adult....
Like I said ...
I think she got my humor.
I was eternally grateful that she took a liking to me since everyone knows that 8th grade and be a bugger.
I had quite a few teachers I liked in High School..
but one that truly made me think was Mrs Arrick
She was my English /Literature.. teacher
I remember at the time thinking she was kind of a quasi ex hippy
even though she really didn't dress like one..
Instead it was more her manner of speaking ... and her extreme excitement for
words... literature.. Free Thinking... and above all READING.
I credit her for opening my eyes to all sorts of interesting stories and books...most that I probably would not have been exposed to.
She also helped me/ us look deeper into the meaning of what an author was trying to say..
Everything from Shakespeare to Dante's Inferno.
She had an excitement for teaching and learning that can not be faked.
If I had anything that I could teach...
I would want to be a teacher just like her.
Mr Dumont Hixson..
He was (perhaps still is) that rumpled professor with a shock of uncombed hair. sensible shoes..and day old stubble...who basically when looking at the outside....
didn't look like much..
I had seen him in the halls many times and often thought ..
Really Dude?......The same damn sweater again?
Really Dude?......The same damn sweater again?
But as is often the case with judging a person on the outside..
I am often schooled in the reality of my own stupidity.
Because you see...
The man was a force to be reckoned with
Only not in a loud or obnoxious way.
Where Mrs Arrick left off ... He picked up
He too was a person who inspired me to think about things.
and perhaps see things from different points of view.
Is a quality that has immeasurable value
To be able to reason?....Worth it's weight in gold.
He was one of the few people in my life to acknowledge that intelligence is not necessarily always measured in a class room.
That sometimes the people we meet who teach us the most ...
may have little or no formal education at all.
(You don't hear THAT from a college professor too often)
I had known this to be true all along ...
Since all the profound lessons in life and examples of true greatness...
came from my parents.
Who themselves only had a 3rd and 4th grade education.
Yet what they accomplished in their lives...many with far more "education"
have not been able to do.
It was just nice to hear it from someone who had their Doctorate
Yes I have had many many teachers in my life..
and will probably continue to have alot more.
I am grateful to each an every one of them..
Even the not so great ones.
( Sorry Mrs Horsely.. you made 3rd grade a holy hell)
From you....I learned what I DIDN'T want to be like .
A lesson is a lesson
Teachers... GOOD teachers are only second to
I kind of believe that everyone we meet is a potential teacher..
given the chance.
Thank You to all the teachers in life...
at school and in life.