My Teacher © 2001, 2015
In memory of Mrs. Graf
In September, I tried with all my muscle power to open the big heavy blue door, but it wouldn’t budge. Just when I thought I would have an accident (the kind you’re not supposed to have when you get to Senior Kindergarten), the door flung open and a big kid ran out. I ran as fast as I could. I guess I wasn’t looking ’cause I ran right into my teacher. I felt a little scared because I was running and you’re not supposed to run in the school. But, when I looked at my teacher’s soft face and her sparkly eyes I knew everything would be okay.
“And what can I do for you?” She said in a chipper voice.
Well, I knew I had to get going real fast or I’d be going all over the place so I blurted out, “bafroom…I need the bafroom!” …
I wrote this story after learning that my friend and fellow colleague, Mrs. Paulette Graf, passed away in a tragic car accident. Get to know the wonderful Mrs Graf and how one of her students coped with learning of her death through this work of fiction.
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