I remember in kindergarten we were at an assembly. I was sitting weird, and my teacher came over and told me to sit Indian style, or else my knees will be messed up when I’m older. And now, my knees pop out of place on the daily and it hurts to roll on them.
She was a good teacher. She read to us in her sweet voice, as we sat on the colored carpet during reading time. She saved me from the monkey bars when I was hanging there for minutes during recess. She also sent me to the principals office when I didn’t come back in from recess.
It’s crazy how much a teacher can impact your life. Even now as a senior, I still remember moments with her, small ones, but memorable.
She suffered from cancer and passed away a few years back. I wish I wasn’t so shy when I came back to my school for my brothers 6th grade graduation. I wish I would’ve gotten the courage to at least go say hi.
So this is my thanks to her. For teaching me so much. Even at such a young age.
Thank you mrs. smith ❤
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