1st Grade

I don't remember who my first grade teacher was, but I remember my kindergarten and 5th grade teachers really well. I'm actually friends with my 5th grade teacher, Mr. Almon, on Facebook! Mr. Almon was my favorite teacher and I have very vivid memories of him. He lived across the street from our house and would come over for dinner on the weekends, we would go out for Mexican food and one night he called me and my mom and had us come outside to see Orion and some other constellations. At the time, it seemed perfectly normal that my teacher was kind of like family, but now looking back I can see how lucky I was to have a teacher that taught me inside and outside of the classroom. I don't think Mr. Almon will every really know how much he impacted my life. He taught me to love to read, to appreciate good flan and on a clear night, I can still find Orion. Fifth grade was a long time ago, but all of these things have stuck with me.

Kendall started first grade yesterday and she said it was the BEST day ever. She told me all about Mrs. Hopkins and how she used to be Mrs. Jackson, but she got married this summer and changed her last name. She told me about her rules and if you get too many tickets, you'll have to see the principal. And she told me that Mrs. Hopkins let them choose their own homework folder and that she is soooo nice. I was thrilled to hear that her first day went so well and that she liked her teacher. I wonder what Kendall will remember about Mrs. Hopkins 20 years from now. Will she be her favorite teacher? Will she do or say something that changes her life forever?