This post is part of #the100dayproject that encourages creatives to do an action every day for 100 days. I've chosen to write an article or blog post every day. Previous posts for this project can be found here.
The way I remember it is that my kindergarten teacher Ms. Clark told me to wear my favorite dress to school the next day. It was pink and for this future writer, of course it had the alphabet all over it.
My teacher woke me up during nap time, put clips in my hair and took me to the auditorium to get my photo taken. It was a quiet moment, but I did ask myself why I was the only one there?
What my mom remembers is that my teacher paid for those photos because my parents couldn't afford them.
“She liked you,” my mom said. “You were one of her favorite students and you were friends with her daughter.”
I've been grateful for that moment ever since.
This wasn't the only nice thing Ms. Clark (who later became Mrs. Menn) did for me.
I wasn't the best napper, so she would use that time to teach me how to read. I read book after book that I was reading at a first grade level before the end of the year. My teacher decided to show me off, having me read to other teachers while the rest of the class stay in the room to nap. That's how I met who became my first grade teacher, Mrs. Smith.