**My Favorite Teacher

Who is your favorite teacher? This is probably one of the easiest questions I will ever answer. I think it's also funny and telling that some companies use this as security questions. Just in case your wondering it's not the security question I choose.

My transition from pre-school to kindergarten was a tough one because I was a mommy's girl and apparently anti-social. Every morning for a year the teachers at the pre-school had to pry my hands and then my legs from my mom. They knew they had to watch me at recess since, I tried climbing the fence to go home a couple times. Yup, I was one of those kids.

So, naturally I thought it was the end of my life when I had to go to kindergarten ALL DAY......until I met a blond haired angel, with short curly locks and a smiley face......Mrs. Luckett. She was wonderful. She just seem to say and do everything right and it brought me so much comfort. She cared if I couldn't find my crayons, she cared if I felt sick but it was also how she didn't care. She didn't care about the mess I made with the glue or that I mixed paint colors. It was awesome.

Every morning, we had a routine. We sat in circle and sang a song, then we would do the pledge, and ABC's. Even at nap time I could count on her making sure David didn't come over and try to pull our dresses up. And the one time he did I scratched him pretty badly. Guess what? Mrs. Luckett didn't scream or get mad at me instead she talk to me and David quietly about what we did wrong. Why it was hurtful and how it wasn't nice and that people shouldn't hurt each other. I still wasn't David's biggest fan but neither one of us ever did it again.

I could go on and on about how wonderful Mrs. Luckett was but the things she taught me in class were never in her lesson plans. They were things of the heart.