My first memory, actually the only memory of Kindergarten was making an art project and getting yelled at by the teacher because I drew and cut out a circle in the middle of the paper not the side. She was angry that I had "wasted the whole paper!" Maybe she didn't like my haircut;)
Well in the last half of 2nd grade we moved to the suburbs. My mom and dad had saved to buy a nice house and get us into a nice neighborhood with good schools. My school was right down the street and it was brand new!! I could even ride my bike down the street:)
The teachers were pretty nice and young! I didn't get yelled at all the time, and I think they actually liked kids! I had the same teacher for 3rd and 4th grade. She was okay, but I think I annoyed her or something, she always sat me next to the worst kids. I was quiet and shy, not super smart and the only minority in the school. I never complained and I was picked on alot, but she never really did anything about it.
Then I moved to 5th and 6th with Miss Bresnahan. She was tough, but loving. When I didn't understand something she worked with me to figure it out. She realized that my parents first language was not english and I think it made her want to help me more. She celebrated my successes and made me feel like I was important....somebody special:) By the end of 6th grade I knew that I wanted to be a teacher just like her.
I try to remember this and make a difference in students lives as much as possible. Some days aren't easy, but after a negative word or action, I try to back it up with lots of positives!
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