Her name was Mrs. Hickerson.
She taught 9th grade Science.
And in a school as small as the one I went to...
when you came to the 9th grade...
there was only one teacher.
You started hearing of her in elementary...
and each year brought new stories as you inched closer to being placed in her class.
By the time I was entering 7th grade and leaving elementary to enter Jr. High (Middle School these days)...
fear was beginning to set in...
I'd seen her.
Her class was across from the office...
and you couldn't enter the school without passing it and see her standing at her door...
correcting anyone who stepped out of line in any way.
She was old.
I came to discover that she was old enough that she had even taught my daddy when he was in school.
So I started praying that she would retire before I got to the 9th grade.
Sometimes...
prayers aren't answered for a reason...
because that one sure wasn't.
My parents had raised me that the teacher was the boss of a classroom...
and while there...
I was to respect and obey.
I always knew that my parents would back the teacher in any situation...
and would support any punishment deemed necessary by them.
So before entering Mrs. Hickerson's room for that first day of school...
my daddy reminded me of these rules and told me he would stand for no disrespect from me of her.
I'm pretty sure he was convinced that it would be the year I would be expelled...
and she would be the one to do it.
But nope.
I had heard the rumors and if not for respect but just plain, basic fear...
I kept my mouth shut in her class.
And we got along.
I came to find out that rumors were far from true...
she was no where near the tyrant teacher she was made out to be.
But she was a teacher.
And she was there to teach...
and she expected you to learn.
9th grade was also the year of frog dissection...
and I wasn't looking forward to it.
I always figured if God had meant for us to see what's on the inside...
he wouldn't have covered the outside.
And now you know why I'm not a doctor.
But I'm crafty even if I'm not exceptionally smart...
I picked a guy for lab partner.
No.
Not one I had a crush on...
or secretly pined over.
Nope...
I picked one that I didn't really even like...
and tried to avoid...
but knew
he would cut that frog.
I got my mom to raid the surgery dept. at work...
I had surgical gloves...
a mask...
even a gown...
and when the day finally came to dissect that frog...
I was prepared.
I suited up and took my place at the lab table...
and with scalpel in hand...
I stood there.
Then I closed my eyes.
I didn't open them again until Mrs. Hickerson came over and in a gentle voice asked...
"Renee...can you see through your eyelids?"
"No Ma'am...
But I figure God didn't want me to see all this so that's why He made mine extra heavy".
She grinned slightly and then asked...
"Well...when you're done holding your scalpel...
can I have your gloves since you haven't actually used them?
They're much better than mine".
I learned from her that it takes 7.9 seconds for the human body to go from perfectly healthy...
to deathly ill.
And I remember it every time one of my children is fine...
running, playing, laughing...
and then in what seems like the blink of any eye...
we're fighting to get a fever down...
and scheduling a doctor's appointment.
She retired a couple of years later.
And a couple of years after that...
she passed away.
I went to the funeral home.
And I saw many of the ones who once spoke ill of her...
and put fear of her in me...
there as well.
We had all grown...
some had even matured a little...
and we realized what an incredible teacher she had been...
and how enriched we were for having sat in her class.
She wasn't famous by Hollywood...
or New York...
or Washington, DC standards.
She does not have a star on the walk of fame...
a library in her name...
or even a statue erected in her memory...
but she was famous.
That's why when trying to figure out end of year teacher gifts...
I kept coming back to Lisa Johnson's
Button Boutique project from February.
It still takes my breath away.
And greatly inspired my project.
I love that quote...
and yes...
I think it applies wonderfully to teachers.
In the life of a child...
they are famous.
And the lessons learned from time spent with them will stay with those children for the rest of their lives.
The impact of those lessons may be like a buttonhole...
we never really think of it...
we just know it's there.
It's been 25+ years since I had Mrs. Hickerson...
but 7.9 seconds.
I remember.
Now...this qualifies for
2...
count them...
2 challenges!
First...
This week Erin Lincoln challenged us to selective inking...
check her video
here.
So...I used this technique on the back of my shadowbox.
TO is from Teacher's Apple...
SOMEONE was centered and then stamped with the rest of the sentiment from Big Birthday Wishes.
The card front also used this technique...
AFFECTS ETERNITY was inked and stamped below the word TEACHERS...
then the remainder of the sentiment was stamped on the bottom of the card front.
Subtle...
nothing life shattering but I did use the technique.
And...
even though you can't see it there yet because Blogger erased it...
the card also meets Suzanne's new challenge over at
Papertrey Paper Dolls
which...
unless she changes it...
is stamping on pattern paper.
I hope it counts anyway.
Remember all Doll challenges are open to everyone and we would love to have you play along!
The Details:
I'm keeping this simple since it's such a long post...
and I've forgotten most of it...
everything is PTI except for...
ink, rickrack, and pattern paper (Cosmo Cricket Material Girl)
Though stamps used are:
Teacher's Apple, Button Boutique, Big Birthday Wishes