Your last sentence made me remember the second teacher I made cry. Mrs. Graham. RIP.
She was my kindergarten teacher. She just knew I was going to be the first kid that she’d had in 20 years of teaching that would ace the yearly standardized test the state gave us. I would have too, if I would have paid enough attention to the test to answer the last two questions, but I couldn’t sit still for very long. It still took till 6th grade for them to realize I had ADD. Luckily for Mrs. Graham my little brother is also really good at tests, but didn’t have ADD. He was her first perfect tester.
First teacher I made cry was a Montessori school teacher. I was her prized pupil, and she called my mother in tears because, “he CAN’T be sick today. The board of directors is here!”
Your last sentence made me remember the second teacher I made cry. Mrs. Graham. RIP.
She was my kindergarten teacher. She just knew I was going to be the first kid that she’d had in 20 years of teaching that would ace the yearly standardized test the state gave us. I would have too, if I would have paid enough attention to the test to answer the last two questions, but I couldn’t sit still for very long. It still took till 6th grade for them to realize I had ADD. Luckily for Mrs. Graham my little brother is also really good at tests, but didn’t have ADD. He was her first perfect tester.
First teacher I made cry was a Montessori school teacher. I was her prized pupil, and she called my mother in tears because, “he CAN’T be sick today. The board of directors is here!”