Charles in response to Little Things I Remember told how he remembers elementary school much more clearly than he remembers junior high school and high school and beyond.
That seems to be the same for me.
Of course, I did write about Miss Gustafson, one high school teacher, and why do I remember her so well and with feeling when I had some wonderful high school teachers that I'm not impelled to write about? Maybe because I owed her an apology.
Somehow to just write down the names of my elementary school teachers meant something to me. The desire to write about other teachers doesn't seem to be there.
Is it because when we're as young as we are in Grades K through 6, we're so impressionable? Or is it because in elementary school, we had one teacher each year, and later we have six or seven or so a year? It's not like I really bonded with my elementary school teachers, except for my second grade teacher, Miss Bancroft, that is.
Now, Miss Bancroft, I would love to see her again. I would love to write to her and tell her how much she meant to me and means to me still. I will love her forever. But, the others, I don't care. My heart is cold toward them. Even my sixth grade teacher, Miss Hicks, who was really wonderful -- I don't know why I'm not grateful to her, yet it seems I'm not.
What to make of all this -- I really don't know.
I would really like to know more about you and what stands out for you!