posted Tuesday May 4th, 2010
I learned a very important lesson from my third grade teacher.
Before third grade, I had no idea what body odor was. But after a few months in Mrs. R.’s class, I realized that when I sat in the front of the class, it smelled funny. In the back of the class, not so much.
It was many years til I put together her polyester pant suits and the extreme heat to explain the funky scent, but I distinctly remember wrapping up third grade with some good knowledge in my pocket: Sometimes people smell.
That’s about all I remember from third grade. That, and that I barfed all over my desk once.
Annabelle is having a much different experience. Her teacher rocks — she’s engaging, energetic, kind, and she smells good. AB made her a little gift for Teacher Appreciation Week, out of a “twirly paper” kit I bought her in a weak moment last week. The gift is a replica of the teacher’s desk, complete with apple, pencil and fish tank.
It’s hard to make out the details in the photo, but all you really need to see is Annabelle’s smile.