I will give you no names, but I remember a particular math teacher. I imagine she did the best that she knew at that time. I heard many of the other children saying, “Have you seen her skinny friend?” “You don’t want to meet her skinny friend?” I wondered, what could they be talking about? What skinny friend?
When it came to story math problems, I had problems. Needless to say, if you missed a math problem on your test, you were required to stay after school and meet the “skinny friend.” Because I had such a problem with story problems, I stayed after school nearly everyday. When I met “the skinny friend” I did not like it at all. It was a small round circular rod that appeared to have come out of a curtain. This teacher would take your hand and bend it back and then give you a great big “smack” in the middle of your hand. That was painful. Talk about crying, that I did. I could not wait for the Christmas holiday, because I knew I would have days away from this particular teacher. I hated this gruesome type of punishment for something that I did not know, and had great trouble comprehending. I prayed everyday just to endure. I vowed that when I became an adult, whenever I saw this teacher, I would tell her how adversely that her actions affected me.
After I became an adult, I finally saw this teacher again at a funeral. I was not sure if that was her, as she had changed somewhat over the years. I verified it was her. Her name had not changed. So I brought to her remembrance about her “skinny friend” and the “smacking of hands after school.” I calmly informed her that it did not affect me in a positive way. Surprisingly, she never offered an apology, but rather and excuse and said, “You know back in the day, that was what we did.”
My next favorite teacher was my art teacher. I had this same teacher for several grades and I just loved it. He was very inspirational and had a great impact on my life. He was very handsome. I wanted to come to his class. He made learning fun. I wanted to learn more about the subject of art. I knew that he was a great teacher when he eventually became principal and my children started attending the school where he resided as principal. I felt confident and had a good feeling, because I knew my children were learning at a school where he was the principal.. I could not say that about all principals.
I remember learning how to draw my first building. That was so exciting and my teacher made it so simple. This teacher was very good at giving directions. He made art seem so simple.
Have you ever enjoyed or hated Biology? Well I loved my biology class. This was a class that I always looked forward to attending. It was not easy, but the teacher which I will give you no name, made it interesting and fun. I loved the hands on when we would have to go around the room and name each bone that she had sitting on the counters. Her lectures were not like a normal lecture, but more like a recipe cooking class. She compare many of the parts of the body and things I needed to know about the body to cooking terms, which I could relate too. She was quite soft spoken, but when she talked everyone listened. You could hear a pin drop.
I remember when we had a test regarding the bones. The class was instructed to walk around the room to each station and record on our test paper the name of the bone. We were also instructed to write something about it. I thought this was so exciting. Have you every thought about how many bones in the body that there is?
Music is said to be one of the best ways to help others to learn. I had the best Music teacher ever. She was unique and one of my favorite teachers. My middle name was the same as her first. Naturally she never called me by my first name, but my middle name. Singing like art was just another great way to express myself in school. I remember one of the greatest events when Mr. Charles Stewart Mott came to our school to hear us sing. I thought this was one of the greatest honors to be able to sing for him. Everyone thought this was just great. He was a very prominently, elderly older man that had given a lot to our city. He was very well thought of. I just thought this was the greatest honor ever.
These were a few of teachers that really influenced me greatly in my life. I can never forget them for it.