Mrs. G and Mr. M

Mrs. G and Mr. M

I had a night of many dreams.

A visit from Mom was my first.
She looked terrific …!… and we had a very nice talk.
I wish I could remember the specifics of our conversation.
I can’t.
But it was all good.

I had another where I woke up and thought darn. It’s just a dream …
I can’t remember any of those details either.
boo.

I do remember one dream, though.

My 5th and 6th grade teachers were there.
Mrs. G and Mr. M.
They were arguing over me.
Not the 5th/6th grader.
The 60 (ok… 61) year old me.

Mrs. G was very vocal in her contempt.
Mr. M sang my praises.
And there I sat.
Wondering if they knew I could hear every word they said.

Weird.
And funny.

When I was in 5th grade I always felt Mrs. G disliked me.
I knew she hated my handwriting.
She told me so.
My right handed handwriting always tilted left.
I tried to fix it.
It was never good enough for Mrs. G.

Hello 6th grade.

Mr. M loved my penmanship.
He would use my paper !! every week !! as a sample of how cursive should be done.
My lefty slant was the best thing EVER, according to Mr. M.

The 6th grade me very much appreciated Mr. M’s encouragement.
The 60 (ok … 61)  me still does.

YaY

🙂

shy

 

 

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