03-29-2014, 02:07 PM
My 7th and 8th grade English teacher, Miss Hill. I've read/heard before that kids/people remember teachers not from what they taught them but from the way they made them feel. She made me feel so good about myself, blah, blah, blah. Years later I returned to my hometown to raise (rear) my boys and she was the principal of their elementary school. She treated them just like she treated me - both of them (at her request) had to go to her office every morning before they went to their classrooms. (not for punishment but just to be with them). When she was diagnosed with cancer she asked me to visit her every day - made me promise - which I did. Felt like I lost my second mother. On the other hand other students despised her as did all of her faculty/staff.