The Daily Write
Miss Mitchell
June 2nd: Who was your favourite teacher or mentor growing up, and why?
Miss Mitchell always had a guitar in hand. I think it might have been her very own because she would carry it around with her everywhere…it was her wooden baby. She would sing to it while swooshing her hair over her big shirts and letting her ear rings rattle and knot into her fizzy hair. Miss Mitchell’s smile was easy to find and her costume jewellery always found a way to chuckle along too.
It was impossible not to like Miss Mitchell — she was kind to everyone but I think she was extra kind to me. Miss Mitchell did me the great service of seeing me. I believe she was the first person to ever see me — I was invisible before Miss Mitchell put her rather large hand on my head.
One day, Miss Mitchell thought she would say something supportive to lift my spirits after another painful reading session — standing far too long at her wooden desk — she announced to the whole class that, I will catch up one day.
Miss Mitchell noticed how uncomfortable her words made me and put her hand on my back. Big mistake Miss Mitchell — sympathy doesn't help.
I nearly got away with no-one ever noticing.
