This is a really difficult time of the year for teachers. It's insanely busy, and overwhelming. Everyone is very emotional. I'm teaching a combo 3rd / 4th grade class this year, and am slowly approaching critical mass! I thought that I'd take some time out to post an essay about my second grade teacher:
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Second grade was a wonderful experience for me, mainly because of Mrs. Callahan. She always wore a headband, and she had thick, black glasses. Her voice sounded like she smoked about a dozen packs of cigarettes a day. Mrs. Callahan would work at the school on Saturdays. Sometimes I rode my bike to school and helped her. She showed me how to work with clay, and we made papier-mâché puppets. Mrs. Callahan also gave me a color wheel, and let me mix all of the paint for our classroom projects.
In our class, I felt like I contributed. I made people laugh. Sometimes, I rolled my pants up as high as they would go, then I would stretch my shirt over them. Even when I acted silly, I felt accepted. Other kids thought that I was weird, but they liked the games that I invented. The inside of my desk was full of ideas, toys, and creations. It seemed like Mrs. Callahan didn't just know me, she understood me on a deeper level. She knew what I needed in order to be a happy, successful student, and person.
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Second grade was a year that helped to form my interests in life. Every project that we worked on was literature based, and was artistic or creative. I made cave paintings with a partner. We worked on a mural featuring the inside of the cabin from Little House in the Big Woods by Laura Ingalls Wilder. Mrs. Callahan entered my picture of a Zulu woman in an art contest. I was sad to not get my picture back when everyone else did. But, she surprised me when I got it back a month later and it had a fancy blue ribbon on it. I am convinced that I am an artist because of the many hands-on experiences that I had in second grade. As a grown up, I ran across a quote that made me think fondly of Mrs. Callahan, "A life without making things that tell you who you are, and what you feel… is not enough."
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