I remember two teachers from my childhood. Mr. Weinberg was my 7th grade music teacher. He was extremely patient with me while I learned to play the flute. He went out of his way to help my parents obtain a used flute, so that I had an instrument to practice with. He always encouraged me, and made me feel as though I could achieve anything I wanted. He helped me understand the importance of never giving up on myself.
I also remember my 5th grade Social Studies teacher. I don’t remember her name, but I do remember that she was nice, and what she looked like. She was heavy set with curly grey hair. She always wore brightly colored long dresses, thick tan stockings, and chunky low heeled black shoes. She stuck with me because she used to write endless notes on the blackboard. For the duration of each class, she would write on the board, and ask the class to copy what she had written. She would then give quizzes and tests based on the notes we had copied. Social Studies was my worst subject; I was not interested in the dates, facts, and stories I “learned” about in her class.