
Earlier this morning, I was sitting at my desk and could
barely concentrate because it was one of my last days at my very first job. My husband is
graduating from law school, and I am applying for multiple jobs in our new
city. I am excited for what is next in my life even though I have no idea what
that will be. It was there, sitting giddy at my desk, that the wise words of
my 12th grade English teacher popped into my mind. Little did I know
while I was sitting in her class on my very last day of high school how often
her words would sneak into my thoughts.
“My wish for you guys is that you will *NOT* look back on
these high schools days as the best days of your life,” Mrs. Foster said. “I hope that you guys live a life that
is so spectacular that each phase you find yourself in is, in your mind, the
best yet.”
I loved what she said then, and I love what she said now. I
have been out of high school for six years, and I have thought of those words
on my college graduation day, on the day I moved to Texas, and I thought of it
today. Thank you Mrs. Foster for inspiring us to make today more fabulous than yesterday.
My thoughts then drifted to Teachers Appreciation Week. When
we were little we loved our teachers because they were older, smarter and our
temporary caretakers. I feel it isn’t until we are adults ourselves, however,
that we really begin to realize the valuable lessons that were taught to us by
our teachers as children. I think a person’s appreciation for their teachers is
like a fine wine that appreciates with time.
I love who I am and who I came from. Chicod
Elementary/Middle School, although I might be biased, was the greatest possible
place for me to grow into the person that I am today. The teachers were
amazing, the community was small yet not sheltered, and I went into high school
as a confident, smart kiddo because of that wonderful place wayyyyy out there
on Highway 43. It was there that I was taught by some of the best in the
business.
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| I think I was crying because of how my hair looks. I really was excited for my first day of school. |
I have to start with someone who taught me something that wasn’t in a
book yet turned out to be far more important than any vocabulary word or
science experiment. Mrs. Dixon, I thank you for teaching all of us that it was,
in fact, cool to be smart. I thank you for taking us outside of Pitt County to
explore the country and by doing so showing us that the keys to this world were
ours if we just applied ourselves and let our bright lights shine for all to
see.

There was one thing
about school that I hated. When I say hated, I mean it. The mere mention of
this word could send chills down my spine. MATH … THERE … I said it. Math and I did not get along. I
did well enough to get by in the advanced math classes, but without some mighty patient teachers helping me
along the way, I am convinced that I would still be in pre algebra with Ms.
Natividad begging for extra credit. It was not until I got my
own “big girl” job that I really understood the true sacrifice that teachers
took to help me succeed in Math.
When I get home from work, I am tired and all I want
to do is turn on the television and eat pizza rolls. When I get home from my
job, the last thing that I want to do is go to another one. The last thing I
want to do is work overtime.
Mrs. Allen, I thank you. I thank you for not only helping me tirelessly during
the actual school day but for taking the time to help me at your second job. I
knew you were a life savor back then, but I never truly understood how selfless
and amazing of a woman and teacher you were until it was my turn to work in the
real world. Thank you for letting me come to you at your second job and order a big Dr.
Pepper and do math problems in the corner booth until I understood the concepts. I thank
you for being the hardworking woman that I can honestly say I do not know if I
am…yet.
Same goes for you Mrs. Riddick. Thank you for letting me
come to your house at all hours of the night when I was literally freaking out (tears
and all) about an upcoming pre cal exam. Being that I am not a teacher, I can
only compare it to having an over the
top intern at my kitchen counter when I am trying to have dinner with my
husband and relax. Thank you for not telling me that it was not your job to be
my tutor and that what I learned at school would have to be enough. Thank you
for giving me more than I deserved.

Speaking of Mrs. Riddick, she was also our assistant
volleyball couch. She worked alongside of Coach Gillikin all four years that I
played volleyball. Coach Gillikin was never my teacher in the classroom, but she
taught me so much about life. I am not yet a mother, however, I cannot even
imagine becoming a temporary “mom” to 20 girls a year during the season,
especially when she had her own son at home to love, teach and guide through
his OWN life. Coach gave up her free time for us and her passion for our
success was contagious. Coach Gillikin, thanks for not handing us anything. Thank you for making each
one of us earn every starting spot on the court. Thank you for not accepting
any bull and most importantly thanks for teaching me to fight for the things
that I really wanted.
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My thoughts then turned to my own friends who have since
entered into teaching. Dani, I thank you for still being my friend even if I
asked you for help on math problems every single day. You were a teacher to me way back then far before the degree made it official. I also thought of my childhood
best friend Tara, who has wanted to be a teacher since we were five years old. She
has such a wonderful heart, and I smile when I think of her in front of a
classroom of students.
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| Graduation { Mrs. Myersy and I } |
And of course, I think of my best friend, Myers, who I enjoy doing anything and everything with. We are the kind of friends who can sit in our pajamas and watch tv and not say a word and consider it a day well spent. She is a straight shooter, and I think that is why we get along so well. She reminds me of a great teacher I had in 9th grade. Mrs. Williams always made science fun and didn't mind treating you like an adult, but do not think for a second that meant that you could cut up. I loved Mrs. Williams like I know Myers' students love her.
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| Spiri Week { w/ Tara } |
Thinking of Dani, Tara and Myers made me wonder if their students
know how lucky they are to have them or will they only realize their teachers’
true value when they are 24 years old, typing away at their desks on the last
full week of their very first job.
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| Graduation cookout with Dani |
Cheers to you teachers! You do a job I could never do and you do it so very well.
XOXO,