Better Late Than Never: Part Four

As a new teacher, but an experienced woman, (in fact a middle-aged woman going through somewhat of a mid-life crisis while transitioning from being a stay-at-home mom for 24 years to being a professional) I was intrigued, energized, curious, and determined. I was (am)...

Better Late Than Never: Part Three

My favorite teachers in high school were, of course, my band directors, but the teacher that made the most impact on me was my senior English teacher. At the end of my junior year, the counselor came into our class for us to register for classes for our senior year....

Better Late Than Never:  Part Two

  A look at my favorite teachers reveals volumes about me as a learner. I loved my 4th grade teacher because she would sing every verse of “Froggy Went a Courtin’.” And I loved my 6th grade teacher because she was an artist, and we did elaborate art projects once...

Better Late Than Never-Part One

In August of 1994, I walked into an 11th grade English classroom as a first year teacher – I was 41 years old. I entered the profession through an alternative licensure program, so it had been over 20 years since I had been in a high school classroom. I quickly...