My first grade teacher was Ms. Danielson. She made me feel at home in Colorado. I called Ms. Danielson "mom" once when I was giving her a hug. It was a shock, but she took it in stride. She probably had a lot of kids call her that.
We had weekly spelling lists and her claim for the importance of spelling convinced me to learn the words. She also had us put on a play, but I only remember that it was about forest animals and I wanted to be the owl. On really special days, we were allowed to push all the desks in the corner and play. When she wanted us to calm down, she would have us "do our exercises" which was basically a hand game. I still remember it really clearly and for years Christie and I would joke about it (even though Christie didn't move to Colorado until we were in second grade).
After first grade, I used to walk by her class and peak in to say hello. Through the years, she moved to another school and then I heard she was promoted to be an administrator. When I graduated from fifth grade, Mr. Alt encouraged us to invite people we thought helped us through school. I invited Ms. Danielson and she actually came. She thanked me for inviting her and I felt so happy about her being there.
She met one of my classmate's recently widowed father at the graduation. They ended up getting married. Isn't that amazing? It was just another lesson from the world showing me how interconnected peoples' lives are.
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ok.. so after discovering your blog (well, not really discover - you mentioned it on facebook), i had to read all of your posts to date. you are definately inspiring. I had a teacher much like Ms. Danielson. Thank you for the reflection and the artistry of words.
...oh... i use blogspot, too! splitbrit.blogspot.com ... it's mostly just a place i post things that amuse me, but, occasionally you will see poetry or rantings :)
check it out if you like! i have over 100 posts, so.. have fun!!
cheers,
kali
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