My Second Mother

As i said already in my previous post, I went to a private school with only one teacher from 1st to 8th grade. This teacher's name was Anne Stanmyer and she was not only my teacher but also another mother to me. She was there through every phase in my life. The good and the bad, the cooties to crushes. She has also traveled with me through the evolution of my interest in reading. Mrs. Stanmyer was a big reader herself, so everyone in my class always had a huge list of books that she would recommended to us. Everyday we had reading time and when we were little she would read out loud to us. She also would assign essays which always were on fun topics. So writing an essay for Mrs Stanmyer was never a hassle or a burden. Instead she made reading and writing fun like it should be. Not only did Mrs Stanmyer teach me what books are great and how to write an essay. She taught me what the alphabet is and how to read. Thanks to Mrs Stanmyer, I am not illiterate.