And even better news:
If you didn't like Dr. Barbour, sorry. I loved her. Here's the e-mail she wrote to me after I told her about my teaching:
Hello, well, if that didn't just make my day! I am so proud of your upbeat attitude toward the challenges ahead, and I can already tell that your students will be very lucky to have you. I just got back from Maine and my high school reunion, and about the happiest worker, the one who refuses to retire, is the one who teaches the six-year-olds.
I still remember my first teachers and the influence they had on me. First came Mrs. Skillings in what was called sub-primary, and then Miss Lancaster in first grade. We were Miss Lancaster's first students, and she and I still correspond today. And by the way, the best teacher I ever had was Mrs. Markham in fifth grade! She let me stay in from recess to finish my paper mache sculpture of a four-headed dog. Such a rebel! That reminds me, Miss Lancaster told us to bring a coke bottle from home, and she provided red and yellow paint and so we could make something for our mothers. I was the only one to mix my paint into orange. I still have that bottle to this day, to remind myself to color outside the lines sometimes. So you see? You will be influencing lives for decades to come. As for Mrs. Skillings, well, she only taught me to read. That was kind of useful, don't you think? She divided us into groups so we could help each other, and I was a bluebird. She soon noticed I was the best bluebird, and the road to a Ph.D. in English was started.
Color me proud of you, Dr. B.
Hello, well, if that didn't just make my day! I am so proud of your upbeat attitude toward the challenges ahead, and I can already tell that your students will be very lucky to have you. I just got back from Maine and my high school reunion, and about the happiest worker, the one who refuses to retire, is the one who teaches the six-year-olds.
I still remember my first teachers and the influence they had on me. First came Mrs. Skillings in what was called sub-primary, and then Miss Lancaster in first grade. We were Miss Lancaster's first students, and she and I still correspond today. And by the way, the best teacher I ever had was Mrs. Markham in fifth grade! She let me stay in from recess to finish my paper mache sculpture of a four-headed dog. Such a rebel! That reminds me, Miss Lancaster told us to bring a coke bottle from home, and she provided red and yellow paint and so we could make something for our mothers. I was the only one to mix my paint into orange. I still have that bottle to this day, to remind myself to color outside the lines sometimes. So you see? You will be influencing lives for decades to come. As for Mrs. Skillings, well, she only taught me to read. That was kind of useful, don't you think? She divided us into groups so we could help each other, and I was a bluebird. She soon noticed I was the best bluebird, and the road to a Ph.D. in English was started.
Color me proud of you, Dr. B.