tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000784900301227178.post7785492317489239297..comments2020-06-10T11:33:13.001-05:00Comments on A Matter of Life & Breath: A High School Teacher Who Influenced MeMelodie Beth Harrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01491194906557915679noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000784900301227178.post-37178078874005422342015-05-05T18:35:51.482-05:002015-05-05T18:35:51.482-05:00That's a neat story about 1st grade, Kim. I ca...That's a neat story about 1st grade, Kim. I can relate to being scared of stern and old teachers—at least what I thought was old at the time. One of them did actually have a great sense of humor now that I look back on it. Thanks for sharing!Melodie Beth Harrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01491194906557915679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000784900301227178.post-63033109245107704582015-05-05T11:26:08.310-05:002015-05-05T11:26:08.310-05:00I had many teachers who influenced me, but the ear...I had many teachers who influenced me, but the earliest one was my first grade teacher, Mrs. Ballard. She was stern and old and I was afraid of her and didn't want to go to school. Sometime during the year she won me over and became my favorite. I'm sure it's because she cared. I loved her so much that I went back to help her after school was out, sorting textbooks. She paid me a quarter, which to a 6 year old in the '60's was a lot. I continued to help her for another year or two. Teachers, don't ever underestimate the power of your caring for your students. What an honor to be given such a role in the lives of so many. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02404369591661339503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000784900301227178.post-81947042598071399002015-05-05T06:43:43.984-05:002015-05-05T06:43:43.984-05:00Thanks, Jill. I hope every kid has a Mr. Podraza i...Thanks, Jill. I hope every kid has a Mr. Podraza in his life. Maybe we, as teachers too, are that for a couple of them.Melodie Beth Harrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01491194906557915679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000784900301227178.post-21353113766181822832015-05-05T06:34:50.741-05:002015-05-05T06:34:50.741-05:00This is my favorite post you have written! Well sa...This is my favorite post you have written! Well said.Jillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09164468732700485993noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000784900301227178.post-55617017866271695942015-05-04T18:57:16.790-05:002015-05-04T18:57:16.790-05:00Exactly, Chris.Exactly, Chris.Melodie Beth Harrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01491194906557915679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000784900301227178.post-78764114409634510982015-05-04T18:56:34.519-05:002015-05-04T18:56:34.519-05:00Precious memory, Shelli. I remember kindergarten c...Precious memory, Shelli. I remember kindergarten clearly, but not much about first grade. Maybe I was lost at learning to read, I don't know. Ha.Melodie Beth Harrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01491194906557915679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000784900301227178.post-59853246683457386592015-05-04T10:24:08.526-05:002015-05-04T10:24:08.526-05:00Pride and Perfection.
Pride and Perfection.<br />Chris Grossnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000784900301227178.post-84953180155392480112015-05-04T07:51:09.977-05:002015-05-04T07:51:09.977-05:00I can't think of any comments. But I had a kin...I can't think of any comments. But I had a kindergarten teacher that went beyond her call of duty. My mom told me that when she went to work when I was in kindergarten, and my dad would be home sleeping (he worked nights) ... my teacher would watch me, only me, a little longer until mom could get there to pick me up. I don't remember it. But I do remember losing a tooth in her class, and her being so loving to me. I'll always remember her sweet face.Shelli Littletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00136640834514348086noreply@blogger.com