I didn't really feel comfortable with school until my 4th-grade year when a teacher named Mrs. Brust changed my life. I had great teachers prior to that year, but none were quite like Mrs. Brust. My memory cheats me since it's been 30 years since I was last in her classroom, but I do remember the following:
- I remember her being tall and gangly.
- I remember her being a bit like Julia Childs
- I remember that she always wore a big smile.
- I remember that she laughed a lot.
- I remember her being a bit of a scattered brain.
- I remember that she loved telling stories.
- I remember she loved hearing stories.
- I remember she loved books.
- I remember feeling like the most important person in the world when I talked to her..
- I remember searching our classroom library for my next book to read. Mrs. Brust would approach and say, "I know just the book for you." Then she would guide me to the book, pull it off the shelf, and hand it me. I would hold it like a gift as she told me all about the book, the one that was perfect for me.
- I remember she parked a love of reading in me.
- I remember she made me feel more confident.
- I remember she embraced mistakes and imperfections and turned them into things of beauty.
On this Thanksgiving, I'm grateful for all those who knew what was best for me and who steered me in the right direction. What are you thankful for on this holiday?
Happy Thanksgiving!
muddy
2 comments:
I loved Mrs. Brust (4 years later) for being quirky and fun. She loved children and she gave us the most interesting "Creative Writing" assingments (several of which I still have). I remember once telling her in front of the classroom that the back of her skirt was unzipped!
Later, in my sixth grade year, that she lived across from the old Doctors Building in Ottawa and all of my classmates went to visit her.
I'm so happy that she provided so many good memories for you too. She was a great woman!
Aw, I'm thankful for this post. It brought tears to my eyes and reminded me of all the wonderful teachers I had growing up.
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