How are you, or is your approach, different than your favorite teacher?
I've been thinking about this post all week.
I look back fondly on my years in school and yet...
I don't have a favorite teacher. Is that weird? I liked so many of my teachers.
But I just don't remember much about them.
I have things I remember about them.
I only remember one field trip, but I must have gone on a few...
Elementary school highlights include the time Mrs. Carpenter brought a card to my house when I had the chicken pox.
Making cardboard computer in third grade with Mr. Ray. We made a little red light turn on by touching brads with the correct answers.
My fourth grade teacher Ms. Regan reading The Black Cauldron to us each day after lunch.
The Royal Readers field trip in fifth grade where I met Jane Yolen and she signed a copy of The Acorn Quest that I still have today. She's still one of my favorite authors and I LOVE Owl Moon!
Middle school? My PE teacher looked like Richard Simmons.
Dances. Oh, the slow dances. Kind of awkward when your dad is the principal.
Why don't I remember anything about my teachers?
I remember Driver's Ed, taking behind-the-wheel lessons in a giant boat of a car.
Hands-on learning indeed.
The Scarlet Letter with Mrs. Schuler.
Dissecting earthworms is actually the most awesome thing I remember! (And for some reason I did it twice!) They have ten hearts, but WHO was my teacher then? And why did I not dissect a frog?
What stands out to me more than anything is how much I don't remember. More than anything, as a teacher, I wanted my students to remember what they learned, how they felt, to be excited about learning. I still feel that way.
And although I can't say I had a favorite teacher, I can say without a doubt that I loved learning when I could make something or explore something. I still love books as much as I loved The Black Cauldron as a 9-year old. I will never forget meeting an author in person and I still feel like I'm meeting a movie star when I meet authors today, or even when they reply to my Tweets!
More than anything, I remembered how my teachers made me feel.