I am thankful for the teachers that showed me tough love, consistent discipline, and resilience as well. My second grade teacher Mrs. Dupre enforced table manners at lunch, perfected my cursive hand writing, and held me accountable when I didn't want to eat healthy. She would not let me save my lunch plate unless I ate my veggies. My P.E. teacher Mrs. Fisher taught me confidence when she allowed me to run her concession stand in elementary school. My middle school algebra teacher showed patience when we struggled with equations. She was so persistent that eventually, she allowed me to grade test papers. That really showed me responsibility and boosted my confidence. At the end of the year, I had the 3rd highest average in her class. That was the largest trophy I had ever received.
I am most grateful for all of my writing teachers who made me see my gift of writing. My 4th grade teacher Mrs. Hamilton entered me in local writing contests and constantly had to redirect me when I daydreamed out the window in deep thought. My high school writing teachers Mrs. White and Dr. Johnson pushed me to be a more detailed writer. My college professor Dr. Pinkett would edit and return my writing over and over only to get me to see that I had a talent.
To the countless teachers all over my community who didn't have a college degree but served in the church or any capacity; thankyou.