Dear Mrs. Winder,
You probably don't remember me, but I was in your second grade class. We had a transparent tadpole that you could see its insides. It was totally wicked! I wanted to take that frog home sooo badly, but you drew Chelsea's name. I was moving that summer to Kentucky anyway, so if tadpoles are anything like fish or hermit crabs, it would have gotten car sick anyway.
You were my favorite teacher ever. Seriously. I remember a lot of activities we did that year. It makes no sense to remember all of it... but I do. You had us write stories where every sentence started with "fortunately" or "unfortunately". I have never forgotten those two words. Plus, when we were mixed up between where and were, you said "Where were the girls going?" I used that 14 years later to teach a student to keep them straight.
You made learning engaging and fun for me; I always enjoyed school, but I truly became an independent learner after 2nd grade. From then on, I chose my own books, even when it was against my teachers will for me to independently read a 5th grade book in 3rd grade. Even in college, I push myself beyond what anyone expects because that's what YOU taught me to do. You never made me do anything at a 2nd grade level. You made me do it at my level!
I hope one day I can be just like you.
Thank you for touching my life.
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