Favorite Teacher

The only teacher that really stands out in memory for me would have to be my 1st grade teacher, Mrs. Maxwell.  I don’t remember her first name, but I’m sure it was a sweet name to match her very pretty round face and blue eyes.  She had very short light  brown hair and always wore jumper dresses.  She was the youngest and prettiest of all the teachers at my school, and she always referred to me lovingly as her “little plum” , “little peach”, or “little lemon” after the jumper dresses my mom would dress me in.  My green jumper had two lemons near the lapel, and my yellow one had a peaches, the blue one had a plum…get the idea?  It didn’t help that was a chubby little girl, so naturally I guess I resembled a little plum, little peach..etc…  She also called me “her little lost lamb.”  Apparently, I would follow Mrs. Maxwell everywhere in the classroom.  That must have been hard for her to deal with a shy little plum like I was, but I’ve always remembered her to be more than kind and loving towards me.  She later became the librarian at the big multi media center.  There were actually computers at the new library and we could wear those large plastic earphones and listen to music or books!  There was also a big art activity section where you could draw and paint, with a new project each day to create.  Mrs. Maxwell taught that class personally, and of course that is where I could be found almost everyday at recess.  Thank you Mrs. Maxwell for being there for this lost little lamb, and also thanks for not getting mad at me when I lied and told you that my mom was pregnant.  It must have been very embarrassing for you that day at the TG&Y when you came up to my mother and congratulated her on the new upcoming “arrival” of my future baby brother or sister. 

Extra credit:  My 2nd most favorite subject at school was French. Je parle un peitit de rein de le francais.  (I speak a little bit of nothing of French).  I wrote a story in high school entitled “It Happened One Day In France.”  It was basically about my friends in my French class, and our teacher “Madame Nail”, along with an array of movie star celebrities thrown in.  An ending was never accomplished however---it is left unfinished, sitting in a trunk full of other high school memorabilia in the garage.