I first want to start off by saying Happy Teacher’s Appreciation Day to all the wonderful teachers out there that not only teach our youth but care about them each and every day. I have been very lucky in that my children have had such amazing teachers over the years. My daughter is excited because she found out her teacher is retiring so she is in the last class her teacher will have, that makes her feel special. I can’t say enough how important the job of a teacher is and I think they should be honored every day!
The thought of teacher appreciation week made me think of my own teachers. It made me think of one teacher in particular that thankfully had a very good sense of humor. She was such a great teacher and I can picture her today. I’m going to call her Mrs. Z because for the life of me I can’t remember her last name and google has not been kind to me when trying to research it. She was the Physics teacher at Dixie Hollins High in 1990-1992.
I had her for both Physics I and Physics II. She always made class fun. Back in “the olden days” as my daughter would call them we didn’t have dry erase boards. Mrs. Z used her overhead most of the time. You know one of these…
Many times you would find Mrs. Z preparing to start the lesson and become baffled as she searched for the overhead marker. I guess in my unobservant kind of way I really never realized how much she did this. Over time it just became the norm, she was constantly going next door to ask another teacher for a marker. Class would go on as normal and we came back each day. This went on for two years since we all had her for Physics I and II. As the final year ended and we were only days away from graduating. Our class (or at least those that knew about it) presented Mrs. Z with an unforgettable gift. I gift that I’m assuming will always remind her of our class.
She was presented with a bucket full of 2 years of stolen overhead markers. It turned out there was a group of kids in the class that every day they came into class, as she stood in the hallway monitoring until the bell rang, would swipe her marker. Some might think this mean but you had to know Mrs. Z, I think she actually cried when she was given the gift. Cried because she knew she wasn’t crazy but because it was just well, funny! She was an amazing teacher and she appreciated the gesture and as I said I’m pretty sure she will never forget the class of 92′