I want to take a moment this week to thank my teachers and let them know that they are the many reasons that I love school enough to want to spend all my adult working days in a school building. In first grade my mother took this picture of me in Mrs. Buckley's classroom. I'm sure she had no idea at the time that I'd grow up to write on a chalkboard everyday.
Mrs. Buckley loved all her students. I'll never forget when she attended my birthday party that year. I still have the sterling silver jewelry box she gave my as a birthday gift. There are two significant things about this story. The first is that I adored my teacher enough to want to invite her to my birthday party. The second is that she showed up. Mrs. Buckley truly loved her students, whether they were in her classroom or not, and that can do more for a student than any amount of content or pedagogical knowledge.
In middle school, Mrs. Boone was my sixth grade teacher. She taught social studies in a way that made world history come to life. We created our own mummies and turned our classroom into an Egyptian tomb. Mrs. Halley was my seventh and eighth grade English teacher. She taught me how to write my first research paper and introduced me to How to Kill a Mockingbird, The Outsiders, and The Diary of Anne Frank. These two women taught me what it is to love your content area so much that you can't help but breathe life into it as you share it with students. Their vibrant enthusiasm filled up their classrooms every single day. As a teacher now, I realize how exhausting that can be, that conscious decision to fill each day in your classroom with excitement. I appreciate them more now than I probably ever did in middle school.
In high school, my teachers taught me that being an expert in your content area is important, but building relationships with your students is what really hooks them on learning. Coach McCullough, thank you for introducing me to Zora Neale Hurston and Their Eyes Were Watching God. Janie will always be one of my favorite characters. Thank you even more for having a Risky Business cardboard cutout of Tom Cruise in your classroom and for being so funny and approachable. Sometimes, the most important quality a teacher can have is a smile that lights up a room. Thank you, Charlotte Miller, for teaching me how to write. You made my life very difficult sophomore year of high school, but you also made my life in college much easier. Thank you, Dr. Fontaine, for making me a better human being and teaching me history in the process. You are the only teacher that I have shed a tear for as we parted ways. You can never truly know the impact you had on my life. Thank you, Father Fred, for teaching me physics and giving me LOTS of extra credit opportunities to supplement my lacking scientific thinking skills, but more importantly, thank you for your booming laughter heard all through the halls of my high school.
Now, I work in a wonderful middle school, full of teachers who are dedicated to their students and their profession. Thank you to my colleagues, who listen to me vent on frustrating days and listen to me celebrate when things go well. Thank you all for sharing your practice with me and for pushing me, whether you realize it or not, to be better at my job each day. I am so fortunate to work in a place with such a positive school culture, a place where everyone is constantly raising the bar.
This week, please take a moment to really thank a teacher. Don't buy him or her a gift card to Starbucks or a box of donuts, although those things would surely be appreciated. Instead, take the time to find a teacher who changed things for you or put you on a path in life or made you work harder than you thought you could, and tell that person thank you. That will mean more than anything else possibly could.