Oh, this one is a toss up. There was one junior college teacher and one college professor who are pretty much neck and neck, but since people are talking about elementary grades...
My 4th grade math/English teacher (I still remember her name, but I won't say it here). She was asking all of us what we wanted to be when we grew up. When she got to me...Well, I don't remember what I said, but she told me I would have to go to college to be whatever it was so I had to pick something else. When I asked why, she told me that children whose parents didn't go to college can't go to college. For over a year, I thought that was a rule and I was very depressed about my future.
The next year after we moved, Mr. Sutton my science teacher asked who was going to college. Well, Mrs. Xxxxx said I couldn't so I didn't raise my hand. I was a pretty good student, so Mr. Sutton wanted to know why I wasn't going to college. I swear to you when I told him, his eyes turned red and smoke came out of his ears. Mr. Sutton was a hero, no mistake.
When I got my diploma years later, I was very tempted to photocopy it and send it to two teachers. One because he gave me the confidence I needed and the other to say, "See, I did it anyway." But, I'm very much afraid Mrs. Xxxxxx would have thought she was the one who inspired me. (She strikes me as being that self centered.) Unfortunately, I never found Mr. Sutton, so I never got to send it to him.
My 4th grade math/English teacher (I still remember her name, but I won't say it here). She was asking all of us what we wanted to be when we grew up. When she got to me...Well, I don't remember what I said, but she told me I would have to go to college to be whatever it was so I had to pick something else. When I asked why, she told me that children whose parents didn't go to college can't go to college. For over a year, I thought that was a rule and I was very depressed about my future.
The next year after we moved, Mr. Sutton my science teacher asked who was going to college. Well, Mrs. Xxxxx said I couldn't so I didn't raise my hand. I was a pretty good student, so Mr. Sutton wanted to know why I wasn't going to college. I swear to you when I told him, his eyes turned red and smoke came out of his ears. Mr. Sutton was a hero, no mistake.
When I got my diploma years later, I was very tempted to photocopy it and send it to two teachers. One because he gave me the confidence I needed and the other to say, "See, I did it anyway." But, I'm very much afraid Mrs. Xxxxxx would have thought she was the one who inspired me. (She strikes me as being that self centered.) Unfortunately, I never found Mr. Sutton, so I never got to send it to him.