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Instructional Coach

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Mrs. Frickie was my 4th grade teacher in Del Rio, Texas. I learned the importance of what I now call "The Frickie Factor", that is living in the same neighborhood of the students you teach. I learned from her the idea of being there for students even when not in school. I cannot count the number of times my mom sent me over to her house to help me with my math homework (I think they had a deal worked out) and I wold come home with an apple,or some other treat afterwards. Living in community with your students helped me see Mrs. Frickie as someone other than a teacher, that of a role model.
Mr. Agee gave me the "Agee Agreement". He too was an open classroom teacher at American High School in Fremont, California. His classroom agreements helped me to understand differentiated instruction long before it became a buzz word. We agreed on assignments I would do to get an "A" for his class and I went so far beyond them that I earned an award in social studies that year.
I wish I had been able to thank them for the ideals they imparted to me and I suppose the biggest thanks I can give them is to repeat in my students what they did for me.
Thank you for your dedication to your craft and for to story as well.

Editorial Consultant, Edutopia

Appreciating teachers

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Thanks for this, Lisa. It brought up some fond memories from my own school days.
*Joyce Soudant was every 3rd-grader's best friend, and I still don't know how she ran such a successful class that way. She left about halfway through the year because her husband was transferred. We were all devestated.
*Daphne Engel, my 9th grade English teacher, was fresh out of college and on fire with hippie idealism. She valued us and inspired us to value each other. She listened and encouraged when I needed listening and encouragement.
*Ernest Jaeger taught me creative writing in 10th grade. He was warm, witty, and brought out the best in everyone. My storytelling skills blossomed in his class. I've stayed in touch with him ever since. You don't lose a person like that.
*The late Tom Lanno was my 12th grade theater teacher, who also agreed to "coach" our Ultimate Frisbee team even though the school refused to recognize it. He did not suffer fools gladly in his classroom and could be harsh, but that was just a challenge to earn his respect. And once he respected you, you were golden.
*I owe a lot to the late Leonard Michaels, a college creative writing professor. He was not a friendly or pleasant man, but his honesty was priceless, and his critiques of my work were the most valuable I ever received.
Once again, Lisa, my thanks for this memory jolt!

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