An Open Letter To My Former Teachers
To All My Former Teachers Who Totally Rocked It,
How can I thank you enough for not only instilling in me a love of learning, but also for setting an amazing example of what it means to be a truly gifted teacher. In my own classroom, I have always strived to make my little friends feel about learning the way you made me feel. I’m not sure that many of you even know who Mrs. Mimi is, or if you do, what you think of her frequent use of the word “douche” and many references to pee. I hope she makes you proud – because, despite her saucy ways, she loves teachers. And she loves them because of you.
Some of my best memories are of the amazing projects you enabled me to do…and dream of being able to find the time for with my own friends some day. I remember burying all those “common elementary school trash items” in our Garbage Garden and waiting with anticipation for the day when we could dig all it all up and see what had happened after a few months. (Yes, at one time, Mrs. Mimi didn’t mind the dirt.) I remember planning the first and only Pet Show at our elementary school and writing a fourth grade friendly guide on pet care. I think it was during those days that I developed my obscene obsession with all things Post It and my love of list making.
I also remember (and probably owe you a belated apology for) the day when we threw wet globs of toilet paper on the ceiling of the bathroom so that they would dry and fall on some poor, unsuspecting child. (Come to think of it, I probably owe all the recipients of that little prank an apology too…) Oh! And I’m sorry for throwing a raw egg against the bulletin board in sixth grade when we were in the midst of that Take-Care-Of-An-Egg-For-A-Week-Project. But, truth be known, a boy in our class, who shall remain nameless, dropped my egg (named Henrietta….genius, right?) on the ground ON PURPOSE, so really, you see, I had no choice. However, I do feel badly about ruining a perfectly good bulletin board now that I know what a pain in the behind they are.
P.S. – Now, all of you, promptly take yourself out for a fabulous cocktail. You deserve it!