by Vanessa Cumber

Created on: March 16, 2007   Last Updated: October 31, 2008

My earliest memories of elementary education are what stand out most clearly in the recesses of my mind. There were so many fond rememberances that I carry with me to this day. I must say that there have been many wonderful teachers that deserve credit in building the foundation of my knowledge base. However, two teachers deserve recognition for going above and beyond the role of an educator.

I'll begin with my first grade teacher, Mrs. Langley. She had lovely long red hair and most everyone thought she was beautiful. It was her first year teaching yet her classroom presence hinted at the fact that she was indeed her element. She had energy and youth to lend, and an ever present smile for a timid first grader in need of guidance and reassurance.

I excelled in her class. I truly believe she sparked my enthusiasm for the school years that followed. Some teachers are meant for the elementary classroom as they have a boundless capacity for creativity and know how to reach children at such a tender age. I thank her in my heart to this day for such a wonderful first grade experience.

As for the other teacher that remains dear to my heart, she was a redhead as well, and had a dreaded reputation for the up-and-coming third graders. We'd heard stories of how mean she was, and when I discovered I'd been assigned to her class, I must admit felt somewhat fearful.

Mrs. Hall was a fiery Irish woman who had been teaching for many years, and she let students know from day one that she would not settle for less than one's best effort. She came across as firm and strong-minded, but there was also a kind and affectionate woman that dwelled beneath the surface.

She encouraged us to become independent thinkers and to believe in ourselves. That year I grew both mentally and physically. She called me one of her favorite "birds" which I found odd but accepted her sentiment eagerly.

Probably the most valuable advice she gave me was to "count to ten". I still remind myself to this day to do so, as I'm still a bit of a perfectionist who can easily become self defeated before I even get started. I still have a card she gave me (with a bird on the cover, of course), and every so often I find it when looking at old keepsakes. It always brings a flood of warmth and a smile.

Now, as a teacher myself, I hope to contribute a little something to every student I teach. I hope they come away with not only knowledge gained but fond memories of a teacher who cared, and who strived to exceed my role, not just fill it. Each child is unique and it is wonderful to see growth and motivation in each and every one of them. I am thankful for the opportunity to give of myself in the realm of education.

I'll never forget those two women who touched my life, and who helped shape me into who I am today. It wasn't just a school year in each of their classes, it was a life experience!

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