#9 of 13 Teachers Who Made Me Who I Am: 8th Grade

Mrs. Not-Gonna-Use-Her-Name was my 8th grade English teacher. She loved my writing. She enjoyed my creativity. She praised my poetry.

Didn’t matter.

She was also my homeroom teacher in 7th grade. And on the first day of junior high my mom made me take my trumpet to school because band was on the schedule for Mondays.

So during the extended homeroom period on that first day, Mrs. Not-Gonna-Use-Her-Name kicked my trumpet case out of her way as she came down the aisle. Yes, she kicked it. Hard. And mumbled something about it being in her way and why would someone bring their instrument on the first day of school.

Lesson Learned from an 8th grade teacher: You never get a second chance to make a first impression.

3 responses

  1. Maybe I’m a better teacher than I give myself credit for 😉

  2. Perhaps she had never been taught that trumpets are not classified as percussion instruments. 🙂

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