Today, in religious (Hebrew) school, one of my students told me her brother, who I had taught about three years ago, told her the only time he had fun in religious school was when I was his teacher!
Had compliments like that before, and probably all the teachers get that once in awhile, but feels so great
I hope everyone has a couple of special teachers that they remember fondly their whole lives.
I had one like that on the other side of the country in seventh grade (1960). I looked him up on the internet about 10 years ago and wrote him a letter thanking him for what he taught us about writing. Much to my surprise, he phoned me! He told me my letter touched him so much he framed it. And then he sent me a fruitcake! God bless, Mr. M.
And God bless all you great teachers who have (often unknown) impacts for good on your students’ lives!
I’m still proud of myself for dropping the F-Bomb while teaching our Confirmation class (in the middle of a beautiful cathedral). Long story, but it was said with affection and was actually appropriate. And got a golf clap from everyone but the senior pastor, who was catatonic for a bit.