
Who was your most influential teacher? Why?
I have two that changed everything for me. Mrs. Bailey, sixth grade and Mr. Harcha, 7,8,and 9.
Mrs Bailey was the first person in my life up to that pointt who saw me as smart. Every year from kindergarten on, they wanted to hold me back. I was a day dreamer. I didn’t memorize anything if I didn’t see a point. I was dyslexic and had the girl version of ADD. All not diagnosed until I was in my 30’s, so I came off as dumb. Mrs. Bailey let me design all of her bulletin boards. She gave me kid friendly classic literature which I devoured. She was loved and adored by everyone and won teacher of the year my year, but I knew she loved ME. My grades shot up. I learned how to memorize and take tests. I even got an award in math. Mrs. Bailey worked a miracle on me, and I will never forget her.
Mr. Harcha saw me as a serious artist. He understood my need to spend extra time on projects, or approach them differently. He gave me opportunities I didn’t even know existed. I painted my first mural in the school halls. It was the biggest and the only single artist designed and executed. He got one of my paintings into a nationwide traveling art show. He taught me all the technical drawing I needed to learn and know in collage. I credit him for my college grades in art because he was so good, I was reviewing more then learning. Without his influence, I would not have known how important art was.
Both these teachers showed me sides of myself I didn’t know. After Mrs. Bailey, my grades were great.. I got A’s. No one expected me to get into the collage I got into. I was the first in my family to even go. My experience with Mr. Harcha gave me the courage to switch my major to art, as impractical as it seemed back then. Art was me.
I credit both these teachers with giving me the idea to follow my inner guidence. I didn’t know much about that when I was young, but every time I did things my way, I knew it was right. They both encouraged me to trust my instinct, to love what I loved. They showed me that I could succeed and that one thing changed everything.
I was in jr high in the late 60s, so a lot of my teachers were just a step away from being hippies and groovy…..and yes the teachers worse mini skirts……I was a guitar player, so fellow musicians our science teacher Mr. Oxamitny and social studies, Mr Wilcer..were also players and I learned from them how to maybe be cool?….and I had a crush on our French teacher Mademoiselle Rodney…they all seemed to be young, so nut much older than us…..I guess they did, I guess in me wanting to be me…and unafraid to try new things….
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Such wonderful teachers. They were able to really see you.
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Yes, the best!
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Wow! That was beautifully expressed. People like that are beautiful shells on a beach littered with broken shell fragments. We’re lucky to have one or two of them in our lives. Did you ever keep in touch with them?
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We moved a lot when I was a kid and then I got married and stayed in my college town before moving to CA, so sadly no. My brother who still lives in the city we went to high school, ran into Mr. Harcha a few years ago and he asked about me. I couldn’t believe he remembered who I was after all these years.
These two teachers were life changing for me. I was ish I’d stayed in touch
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Oh wow … that’s so cool … we think it’s all on us… but they too have memories of certain students, just as we have of certain teachers ❤️😎
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I know ! So cool!
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