It’s all changed so much these days, our children think we are old and complete dinosaurs when we talk about our school experiences.
But this is not what I want to talk about. I want to talk about the next english teacher I got. She found my strengths and taught me how to play to them. My clarinet teacher too was someone I felt treated me like an adult and was always there for me. I had no idea what I wanted to be (still don’t) but their chosen vocation was well suited.
I even remember my teacher, Mrs Horner, from when I was about 8. But for the life of me I can’t remember why I liked her so much. I’m sure she was lovely but time plays tricks on the mind! Perhaps it was a just a good period of time in my life? I moved around a lot as my dad was in the army so teachers were just as important as friends to me. I guess I was lucky, although I also think it takes a special person to become a teacher.
Still in amongst all this they find the time to inspire our children. To find the subjects children excel at and push them further. Their dreams of tomorrow will be completely different to mine. If I’m honest tomorrow seems a long way off to me, let alone them. So I can see that it will be world’s away from my own adult life but I do hope they appreciate the start in life they had.