Ah, the curse of the little brown child. I so much wanted to attend school choir in primary school but only my tall, lanky, and very blonde friend who could not sing to save her life was welcomed. I had to get to university to be appreciated for my contralto (which was sought after in many choirs).
My art's teacher in primary school, though, was not very inspiring. He was the one who gave my a '6' (which was a fail) on my rainbow as out first assignment when I was a tender 6 years old. My spirit was saved by my brother who loved my rainbow and offered me his Bowie knife and said, if the teacher was mean to me again, I should just stab him with the knife. No, not the lesson a little child should learn and I never took his knife with me in school but it boosted my self-confidence a little bit to know that my brother got my back.
The sad thing is not much has changed over all these decades. There are still a few teachers who can build up knowledge and self-confidence in children like your wonderful Mrs. Williams. And then there are the majority who either lost interest and are just going through the motions or who never wanted to become teachers in the first place and took just an opportunity for a rather secure job.
I enjoy your storytelling too. I had just one teacher who said she liked my writing. I worked as a writer for decades. Before that teacher, my writing and that of others would just be marked with things that were wrong!
Such a lovely sharing of memories India, even though a little unsettling on the choir teacher's choice! You have a very melodic tone and I have enjoyed sharing a song with you!!
Ah, the curse of the little brown child. I so much wanted to attend school choir in primary school but only my tall, lanky, and very blonde friend who could not sing to save her life was welcomed. I had to get to university to be appreciated for my contralto (which was sought after in many choirs).
My art's teacher in primary school, though, was not very inspiring. He was the one who gave my a '6' (which was a fail) on my rainbow as out first assignment when I was a tender 6 years old. My spirit was saved by my brother who loved my rainbow and offered me his Bowie knife and said, if the teacher was mean to me again, I should just stab him with the knife. No, not the lesson a little child should learn and I never took his knife with me in school but it boosted my self-confidence a little bit to know that my brother got my back.
The sad thing is not much has changed over all these decades. There are still a few teachers who can build up knowledge and self-confidence in children like your wonderful Mrs. Williams. And then there are the majority who either lost interest and are just going through the motions or who never wanted to become teachers in the first place and took just an opportunity for a rather secure job.
Thanks for bringing the story to life! Let that thespian light burn brightly😍
Reading you is so much fun, India! I could vividly picture every sentence! 💕
Thank you!!
I enjoy your storytelling too. I had just one teacher who said she liked my writing. I worked as a writer for decades. Before that teacher, my writing and that of others would just be marked with things that were wrong!
Such a lovely sharing of memories India, even though a little unsettling on the choir teacher's choice! You have a very melodic tone and I have enjoyed sharing a song with you!!
memorable teachers are so precious
as are the surprising gifts that may have initially been intended as punishments
Great fun! Must say I love to eat these creatures ;o}