Some of Scholastic Book Clubs’ favorite children’s authors talk about their teacher memories.
We here at Scholastic Book Clubs have known for a long time that teaching is the hardest job in the world. So, we take our collective hats off to you for saying yes to that challenge. And though we’re sure the prospect of a new year is hugely exciting, we bet you are also thinking of the challenges that lay ahead.
So we’re here to remind you that teachers make a difference like nobody else. Have you ever really stopped to think about what your students will remember when they look back on the time you spent with them?
We asked some of our favorite authors what they remember and here’s what they said…
The best part about going to school, besides seeing my friends, was learning to read. Every day, my teacher set aside time to read to us. Then she helped us pick out books that we could read on our own. I always like drawing pictures of the stories I read, and after a while I started making up my own stories. That’s how David came to be!
I am thankful for my art teacher Mrs. Beulah Bowers. One year at Thanksgiving, Mrs. Bowers drew a picture of a Pilgrim man, a Pilgrim woman, and a turkey on the board. She told the class to copy them.
Now, I had these twin cousins who were in art school. They always said, “Real artists don’t copy.” I wanted to be a real artist. So I wouldn’t copy the picture.
Mrs. Bowers had an idea. “Do the assignment first and then I’ll give you another piece of paper and you can draw anything you like,” she said.
It was a deal! I drew the Pilgrim lady and the Pilgrim man and the turkey, and then I drew a picture of her.
Thanksgiving always reminds me of Mrs. Bowers and the day I knew I could be a real artist.
I told a lot of stories as a child. Not “Once upon a time” stories but basically, outright lies. Of course I got in trouble for lying, but I didn’t stop until the fifth grade. That year, I wrote a story and my teacher said, “This is really good.” I understood that a lie on the page was a whole different animal. A lie on the page meant lots of independent times to create your stories and the freedom to sit hunched over the pages of your notebook without people thinking you were strange.
Sometimes, when I’m sitting at my desk for long hours and nothing’s coming to me, I remember my fifth-grade teacher, the way her eyes lit up when she said, “This is really good.” The way, I—the skinny girl in the back of the classroom who was always getting into trouble for talking or missing homework assignments—sat up a little straighter, folded my hands on the desk, smiled, and began to believe in me.”
So, have fun finding those moments that will be the lifetime lessons and memories of the people your students will become.
The future is in your hands. For real!