SCHOOL DAYS

How These Teachers Changed My Life

Lessons I’ll never forget

Kristine Laco
The Memoirist
Published in
4 min readSep 5, 2023

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Look at those suckers learning. Wait until she stomps on their dreams. Photo by CDC on Unsplash

As the school year begins, happy tales of wonderful teachers making a true impact on a child are abundant. Loving notes these heroes receive on their retirement decades later make my heart swell, in a good way not in the call-a-doctor way.

I had no such teachers. They were mostly dicks. Not exaggerating.

It was Grade One and my mother had just left us. I was a vulnerable little duckie. I craved care and someone to tell me I wasn’t an asshole that no mother could love.

We were making Santas in art: red hat, button nose, white glue — you know the drill. Our teacher was a sizable woman. She hovered over the itty bitty plastic chairs so she did not break another one and have to be rescued by Kathy — the strongest child in the class — again. I think that squatting made her angry or maybe it was me. Look, I was seven, so I thought it was me. I made my mother angry and leave after all.

I’m totally over it. I promise.

Santas, art, back on track. Ms. Angry was walking around the classroom and holding a roll of cotton batting. Each layer was separated with indigo paper and I’d never seen anything like it. It looked soft and I wanted to touch it, so I did.

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Kristine Laco
The Memoirist

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