April 14, 2016
My favorite teacher at Parkview Elementary was Mrs. King. I met Mrs. King in the third grade when my family moved to Marquette, Mich. halfway through the school year. I remember feeling sad about leaving my friends behind and terrified about starting over in a new school in a new town without knowing anyone. From the moment I walked into her classroom, however, Mrs. King welcomed me and, after a few days, my concerns were assuaged and I was happy.
I remember how much I learned that year—I was a sponge, soaking up everything. For years afterwards, my parents teased me because I would often contradict them based on what Mrs. King said. I don’t remember much about what we did in Mrs. King’s classroom, but I do remember how she made me feel. Forty-four years later, I clearly recall being engaged, encouraged, challenged, and loved. Read More