When I was in first grade I loved to daydream. However, as I have always openly admitted, I am not a very artistic person. So, even my daydreams were not very creative. I had the same daydream over and over again. I wore a perfect white ballgown that sparkled like the brightest stars in the night sky. My hair was pinned up and oh so gorgeous. I danced across a white and black checkerboard floor. That was it. I didn't do anything but dance in my pretty, pretty dress. I don't think I was a bride or a princess. I was just a girl in a nice place with a wonderful outfit. I vividly remember zoning out time and time again during class do dream this "wonderful" dream. That is basically all I remember from first grade. I have a few other memories of the playground at recess, a field trip to the zoo, and reading circles. But, what I remember most about first grade was my daydream.
Sometimes when I think of my elementary school years, I get sad for myself as a teacher. You want to know how much I remember and adored my teachers? Not very much. I don't even remember what my kindergarten or first grade teachers looked like or what their names were, and I only remember my 2nd grade teacher's name but not her face. I have a few more memories of my upper elementary years. I remember my 4th grade teacher's name AND face and a have several fond memories of her. My 5th grade teacher was an older gentleman and I only remember that I didn't goof off in that class!
Fortunately, I did have one teacher that stood out above the rest. Mrs. Lindamood was my 3rd grade teacher. I cannot recall one particular thing that made me adore Mrs. Lindamood, but adore her I did! I wanted to be just like her. I loved 3rd grade. In fact, from 3rd grade on I just knew that being a 3rd grade teacher was my calling. Well, I guess the teacher part did stick, but I have found my true heart in 4th grade. Most importantly though, thank you to Mrs. Lindamood for giving me the hope that some day my students will look back and remember me . . . face and name!