The greatest teachers do more than fill our minds. They change them. And our lives.
There are a lot of teachers out there reading this blog. I’m honored. And deeply concerned about my spelling and grammar! Surely you know by now that, besides mom and dad, there’s truly no one more important in the life of your students than you. To prove it, and to help you start your school year off inspired and encouraged, how about a few stories of great teachers and their impact on our lives? Here’s the first:
Mrs. Adams was my homeroom teacher in the sixth grade. A homeroom teacher’s job was simple back then: Mrs. Adams assigned us lockers, kept us quiet for an hour of study every day, and graded our notebooks for organization every six weeks.
My notebook was not organized. Ever.
Papers were not filed away properly behind properly-labeled dividers. My pencils and pens weren’t stowed in that little bag with the zipper. My ruler wasn’t bound in place by three rings.
Most of my papers, pens, pencils (and my ruler) were shoved into my locker until the day before my notebook was to be graded, at which time I removed them, uncrinkled them the best I could, and snapped them into my notebook.
My locker was across the hall from Mrs. Adams’ door. She could see my locker from her desk. She could see me kneel down and turn the small silver dial. She could see papers and pens and leftover lunch cascade from my locker and onto the hallway floor several times every day. She could see me pull what I needed from the pile and shove what was unneeded back in with my foot.
She saw this.
For months she saw this.
Then one day she snapped.
That morning I found my locker empty. On it was a note: “Come see me. -Mrs. Adams.”
I saw her. I saw the contents of my locker in a pile beside her desk too. And beside the pile, a brown paper grocery bag.
For six weeks that bag was my locker. After every period, I had to kneel beside Mrs. Adams’ desk, put my books away in the bag and take from the bag the books I needed for the next class. Only the essentials fit inside the bag. No loose papers were allowed in the bag. No loose anything. No leftover lunch either.
I was the sixth grade equivalent of that homeless guy downtown, pushing around a shopping cart full of belongings. Except better organized. And fewer belongings.
What’s worse? Mrs. Adams went to my church. For years Mrs. Adams would see me in the halls on Sunday morning and ask, “How’s your locker looking?”
She’s in my head still. She’s the reason I clean off my desk at the end of the day and clean it out completely every month. She’s the reason my books are Dewey decimalized. I still naturally cram and pile stuff. But I don’t like it. Not for long.
That’s what Mrs. Adams taught me.
Heather EV says:
Haha, when I was in 6th grade, I had the same problem.
Now, since I have found out organization is so much easier, I am one of the most organized people I know.
Barbara says:
That’s what having 7 kids taught me! People always say “The Lord must have known you were organized enough to handle 7 kids”…
Um. no. The Lord knew I needed the sharpening tool of 7 kids to beat me into some semblance of organization! And I’m so grateful 🙂
NancyTyler says:
You can’t come visit my house. Or my desk at work.
Kiriseth says:
Mrs. Adams sounds awesome!
Kristie says:
I had a friend named Ann Marie who was pretty much like Mrs. Adams–except Ann Marie was only 6. Back in first grade, our teacher told us it was time to clean out our desks one afternoon before Christmas break. Mine was horrendous! Tons of kleenex (GROSS!) crammed in the back, along with broken crayons, snack wrappers, tiny scraps of paper, and who knows what else. I felt utterly defeated when I gazed into that dark box of clutter.
Ann Marie had a mother–an amazingly brilliant school teacher–who ran her house with all the orderliness of a top-notch military ship…I mean, Mrs. Goggins would probably intimidate Martha Stewart! And Mrs. Goggins had already done a GREAT JOB instilling that orderliness in her little girl. Ann Marie came over (in her perfectly neat saddle oxfords, with her perfectly pressed smocked dress and perfectly pulled-back and bow-topped ponytail), crouched beside me, and said, “I’m going to teach you what it means to get organized.” Yes, she was six years old as well. 🙂
She stayed right there with me, helped me empty everything out, and start over. Even though I could’ve been easily embarassed by my desk (probably should’ve been), she spoke with kindness instead of condemnation. She gave me hope! She would check with me every few days to see how I was maintaining our “organization.” And all the way through 12 years of school, she was among the first I came to when stuff needed to be sorted out–be it bookbag contents or boy issues!
Ann Marie was the first of many, many people God has placed in my life for much-needed accountability and discipleship…to shore up areas where I’m so weak. I’m SO thankful for those folks–the friends who help me remember to quickly clean up the small messes before they become big ones, to JUST KEEP WALKING past the dessert table, to PRAY and hear what God thinks about something BEFORE I tell the world what I think about it….yes, Praise the Lord for iron that sharpens iron!
Amanda says:
I run into my second grade math teacher on occasion and she still remembers that I couldn’t tell time to save my life. Bless my little heart. It’s still my weakness. If you ask me what time it is, I start sweating.
cara says:
My favorite teacher was actually from 11th Grade. She saw a teenage girl who was deeply insecure and troubled, and took the time to pull me into her office and get to know me and my story. She took it upon herself to call Social Services on my behalf and have them remove me from a neglectful and abusive home, and she moved me into her very own basement. I then spent the next nearly two years until graduation living with her, and for the first time in my life began to believe what she told me: I had potential. She wasn’t exactly like a mother to me, but she was a mentor and I will never forget her. I moved out after graduation, but the time I spent with her taught me to value myself and believe that there was nearly limitless opportunity for me if I worked hard. She was wonderful.
Tater Mama says:
At some point, everyone needs a Mrs. Adams! I thought this was great, and I appreciate the nod to teachers. I’m in my 11th year of teaching elementary school (2nd grade this year!), and it’s always nice to hear good things about our profession. Thanks.
Beth W. says:
You would be what I call a “paper explosion”. I had lots of those in my time as a teacher to 8th graders. And I had one student whose locker contents moved to my room as well. But I wasn’t ever clever enough to try and put it in a paper bag. I’m impressed, Mrs. Adams.
Jen~Beautiful Mess says:
I wish I had had a Mrs. Adams
jen says:
Awesome story!
Jackalynn says:
My problem when I got notes on my papers about “see me” I’d just look at my teacher blankly like what’s that mean? I see you. I see you every day. You got lucky man, you at least got a “come” on your “see me” note!
Liz says:
I’m wondering…was this Pam Adams from PHBC?