To my teachers,
Besides our parents, some of the first adults we begin to develop relationships with are our teachers. The better of an impression our teachers leave us with at a younger age, the more likely we are to thrive and enjoy our schooling experience. Often times, we neglect to acknowledge the motivation that our teachers have offered us. Reflecting upon my elementary school years, I realize how much inspiration my teachers have actually provided me with, intentionally or not. I was lucky enough to grow and develop with you all serving as the best teachers possible, who helped me to learn my full potential for each of my abilities.
My elementary school teachers taught me the basics, and for that I have never forgotten any of you. While teaching me my ABCs and 123s, you also managed to teach me a thing or two about life. As my teachers, you taught me that communications was more than just an English class, and goals expanded past the "aim" on the board each day. You always wanted to listen to what I had to say, and always knew just what to do. You helped me to aim to achieve great things, even at such a young age.
To my first grade teacher -- you taught us about math and money by turning a lesson into a shopping game. We could "buy" any book in the classroom that was "for sale" if we had the right amount of money. This allowed us social interaction, while also enhancing our skills with money, and helping us to determine what types of books we may or may not be interested in. You may or may not have influenced my love for shopping, but I know how to manage my money.
To my third grade teacher -- you had the most significant impact on my life, and inspired me most of all of my teachers to go into the field of education. When I look back to that year, I remember making more friendships than I did the rest of my years in school. Thanks to you, I met my best friend, who is now my roommate. You have never left my memory, or my heart, and I hope to one day run a classroom as smoothly and efficiently as you could.
To my fifth grade teacher -- you ran your classroom in such a marvelous way, beginning the year by establishing a personal class mission statement and a mascot. We were the bulldogs. This mission statement set guidelines for how we wanted to be treated as students, classmates, and how we should treat you, as our teacher. The mission statement worked, and held the class together like a family.
When high school rolled around, and I started to grow up, life choices began to change and the people who would influence my life became more important. I made the most significant decision in regards to my high school career, and entered into a homeroom where I met the teacher that would help me find who I am today.
To my homeroom teacher throughout high school -- thank you for motivating me to do my best throughout the years. Thank you for inspiring me to pursue all of my goals, and for giving me the tasks I wasn't always sure that I could handle. You always motivated me to do my best, be it in my academics, my extra curricular activities, or even in my personal life. When I look back at high school, I remember the memories you've helped me to make. I hope to one day impact a student the way you have me.
Thank you to all of my teachers, for allowing me to blossom into the person I am today.
-- A student, truly left in awe
