By Kelly Seymour
The experience writing Under My Tree Roof was life altering for me. I remember I was in 7th grade, and sitting under a big tree in our backyard. Our assignment was to create our very own haiku. The words came quickly and easily. I loved it.
I loved my creative writing teacher. She was all flowy and always wore really bright scarves that seemed to whip around her when she walked around the classroom. She wore bright colored lipstick and was enthusiastic and well just lovely. I passed in my haiku and several days later she started to pass them out in our class. She put mine down on my desk and in great big letters BEAUTIFUL was written on it. She read it out loud to the class. I was so proud and have always remembered it.
Isn’t it amazing the things we remember about our schooling? It is never really about the content but the experience and the feelings we have.
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Writing this month brings a lot of memories back. Glad you had a positive one.
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Your piece brought back memories of a few of my past teachers and things that they did that made me enjoy being in their classes. Do you ever wonder where that teacher is right now?
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Teachers like that are special. How wonderful that she acknowledged your writing!
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We never know as teachers how we will impact another human being’s life. That teacher did something powerful that day.
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It’s amazing how such a small gesture, even a single word, can ripple across years.
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