My third grade teacher was named Miss Sparrow.
(Do you remember when people were 'Miss's?
Do they still offer that option on forms? )
She was tall and white,with short grey hair and glasses, stern and clear and good .
(Do you remember when people were 'Miss's?
Do they still offer that option on forms? )
She was tall and white,with short grey hair and glasses, stern and clear and good .
There were ,for the most part, other teachers who were not these things, as the town I grew up in had money ,but chose not to spend it on schools.
Yet, there she was, day after day, calmly going about our business. No fuss, teaching me things I could barely learn. Watching me alone out in the playground, without pity or disdain, but solid regard.
Somehow her no nonsense presence, unwavering, always right-honestly-there, gave me that , which was nowhere else but in her.
Kids know these things. They are no bullshit until they begin twisting themselves to fit in.
Sometimes it helps to not fit in for so long.
It is the path of so many individuals, and so many groups of us.
Not fitting until we simply fit ourselves .
Being rendered by the good and the evil, until we grow up and fledge, and rely then on what we've internally grown.
Yet, there she was, day after day, calmly going about our business. No fuss, teaching me things I could barely learn. Watching me alone out in the playground, without pity or disdain, but solid regard.
Somehow her no nonsense presence, unwavering, always right-honestly-there, gave me that , which was nowhere else but in her.
Kids know these things. They are no bullshit until they begin twisting themselves to fit in.
Sometimes it helps to not fit in for so long.
It is the path of so many individuals, and so many groups of us.
Not fitting until we simply fit ourselves .
Being rendered by the good and the evil, until we grow up and fledge, and rely then on what we've internally grown.
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