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Tell us about a teacher who had a real impact on your life, either for the better or the worse. How is your life different today because of him or her?
This prompt was an easy one for me. I will never forget third grade. If my teacher was still living I would go back to her and thank her.
Third grade, how old was I back then? Maybe around 8 or 9? I was spreading my wings, not my angel wings. The wings between my lips. Talking, this is what I learned to do so well. I talked any chance I had.
I talked during class when I should have been quiet. I talked by answering too many questions the teacher was asking, not always knowing the answers. You could not shut me up!
I can remember my grandma, by the way, Happy Birthday Grandma, today you are 96! Anyways, grandma used to love to hear me talk, she would shine the spotlight on me by telling my mom, look she does have a mouth. She is talking. I guess from what I had been told and from what my memory tells me, I used to be very shy.
I shook my head quite often for answering. I didn’t say much at all. I was very quiet and even played quietly. Something happened and I did a turn-a-bout.
My teacher must have gotten tired of me interrupting class and having to reprimand me so much that one day when everyone else got to go to mid day recess, I was asked to remain behind. I don’t remember being afraid, but I bet I was.
After the last student left the room, she called me up to her desk. I remember her pulling this long nylon thingy out of her desk drawer. She held it up. It seemed to be it was longer than her arm’s length.
She explained to me that she had exhausted every means to have me quiet. She explained to me about being rude, speaking when others are talking. Raising my hand, asking for permission was a more democratic way to speaking.
She told me how proud she was of me for opening the buds on the roses, but there was a time and place for everything. She taught me that being a listener was a much better asset than being a talker.
She called me over to stand by her. When I was next to her she asked me to turn my back to her. I did as I was told. She took a large safety-pin and she pinned this nylon thingy to the back of my shirt.
She turned me around and said that this was a reminder. This would help me to think before speaking. To raise my hand first to talk. She said that when I thought about telling on someone, which back then was called a tattle tail, I would feel the long tail pinned on me and think twice.
To this day I will never forget the valuable lesson she taught me. Respect and being polite to others. Letting others voice their thoughts completely before voicing my own. I remember the kids laughing at me periodically through the day, but that vanished when the next exciting thing happened in class.
I still try hard to remember my manners today. I wait and listen to what you have to say. I don’t chatter a lot, but do love to talk. A few years back I even took a class in college for public speaking. I learned to love it. It was a chance for me to speak. To have the floor be my audience for three minutes.
Now it has been a while and I am once again shy speaking in front of others. An opportunity has risen where I could be back on that speaking stage again. With encouragement of so many friends on here, I have decided to speak to an audience once again where I will be reading one of my short stories or poems.
Life moves on, but most of our memories remain with us. The memory of this class hopefully remains fresh for years to come. People are important. Whether they are friends, or business associates or family. Respect is the biggest gift we can give to another human. Thank-you third grade teacher for teaching me such valuable life lessons.
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What a fantastic teacher, kids are so impressionable at that age and she made a real difference.. great story.. c
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thank you. she sure taught me, and I always thought she was so strict and mean!!!
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If you can read this, thank a teacher. If you can speak, thank your grandmother and your teacher. We can all be grateful for the ones who’ve cared enough about us to encourage us to be the best we can be. Not everyone is so fortunate. We are the lucky ones. Good luck with your reading – should be fun!
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maybe you should come sit with me. I would feel better having one of my friends there. thank you Sheila. You are so right. We are very lucky where we live. So many are not, and they deserve just as much of a chance as you and I did
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It is amazing how much influence a teacher can have on the lives of their students…. even many years after the teaching has taken place. Lord bless. Praying.
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thank you. Yes teachers can leave a great strength in their students for years to come
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Loved reading this, Terry. Happy 96th to your grandma. 🙂 Good luck with your story or poetry reading. What a lovely opportunity for you. Enjoy. xx
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thank you. I think I will take one or two short stories plus a poem and let the leader choose which to hear. it could b a door opening from God, maybe
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Fantastic. I’m so happy for you. 🙂
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thank you!
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Wonderful story … and it’s true what I can – see I had teachers like that too .. brilliant all of them, but it was back in the stone age. My mum had teachers like the one on your picture. Was your grandma an important person for you in your young life ???
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thank you Viveka. It is a true story. My grandma was always a very important part of my life, but now lives in a nursing home in another state
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Ahh …. she are still alive, 96 .. fantastic age, you should go and see her – take some days and just go, before it’s too late.
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I can’t. She is the mother of the daughter who is causing so many problems for Al and me. Sad situation, I know, but I still love her so
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How would she receive you??? the Grandmother??? Is she in a public facility??? If you want to…do it…
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her mind is not so good, so our conversation would be repeated and I just don’t want to deal with the mean old aunt that has caused so much grief
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I have nominated you for the reality blog award xXx
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thank you Mint!!! I am so honored!
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What a beautiful experience and you shared it beautifully! I’m also shy about speaking, so I will be in prayer for both of us that God will give us boldness of speech.
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I think public speaking does something to all of us a little. butterflies, shakiness, something about standing in front of others alone……………thank u for the prayer my friend
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Hi Single, I have nominated you for the Versatile Blogger Award!
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We could use some teachers like yours nowadays, Terry. Most children don’t even know the meaning of respect. Loved the story 🙂
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this is so true, I don’t know what happened but i know that families are falling apart
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