Mrs. Tidwell 32 x 365

The first person I hated, Mrs. Tidwell said she wanted to be an opera singer instead of the fourth-grade teacher she became. She humiliated me -- my art, my singing, my work. She laughed at my ambition to be a doctor. So I taught; hoping to replace a Mrs. Tidwell.

Comments

Indigo Bunting said…
Absolut Wow.

Interesting to be aware of the first person one hated. And the revenge seems quite sweet.
10/18/06, 10:52 AM
Bridgett said…
I cannot believe how many teachers I know are in that profession because of some terrible teacher in their past. They list that as the primary reason (me included).
10/22/06, 7:32 PM
Bridgett said…
(oh, and I'm catching up on your week. Lovely!)
10/22/06, 7:33 PM
Cedar Waxwing said…
Mrs. Tidwell (we never knew what became of Mr. Tidwell - although she did have a son - poor kid), was pure evil, in my mind.

I encountered her twice after leaving elementary school. The first time was when I went back to that school to do a small teaching practice. She tried to engage me in conversation, but I ignored her, talking to Miss Meyer instead. The second time was when I waitressed. She ordered a piece of pie and I cut the end off. And refused to engage in conversation. She complained to my mom that I ignored her, so at least she knew I was doing that.
10/22/06, 8:37 PM
Mali said…
I'm sorry I missed this first time round. I loved your reasoning for being a teacher - to replace a Mrs. Tidwell.

(I recently blogged about not having an inspiring teacher on my other blog.)
9/11/18, 7:49 PM
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