I was a scared, medicated, little kid recovering from burns in a hospital bed. I had bandages over my entire body, was connected to various machines, and was being prepared to go home.
Fifty years later, I still remember Madame Liliane and all the good things I learned with her. My love for learning, and for teaching, is deeply rooted in the memories of that year in kindergarten.
Happy National Teacher Appreciation Day!
After working for six years as an elementary substitute teacher, I know the reason we don't wear hats in school. We remove our hats to salute the superhero at the front of the room called Teacher.
The three R's aren't enough.
Growing up, I never could have imagined how large of an impact my teachers would have on my life. It surprises me to this day just how much of what they taught me is still with me.