Sunday, October 21, 2007

x365: 22 of 365: ms. jackson

Midway through grade three, my parents pulled me out of the class taught by Mrs. Houghton. I was sent to an elementary school a few miles out of town, a small white schoolhouse with two classrooms.

You had long brown braided hair and smiled at every student in your class. You read us The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe, and you cried at Aslan's death. Or should I say, you cried at the children's grief. Even at the age of eight, I understood that you read this book every year to your students, crying every time.

Years later, when I was doing spectacularly badly in high school, my mother wondered aloud if I would have benefited from staying in Mrs. Houghton's class for the rest of grade three. I would have survived the experience, but I would have lost infinitely more by never having met you.

4 comments:

lotus07 said...

Ms. Jackson, one of the tiny peices of lego that we collect that make up the big toy of life.

palinode said...

Well put.

Friday Films said...

Hey, what is this 365x thing and how do I do it? (I'm sick in bed and bored. Which I know isn't exactly surgery, but: bored! Aw.) Do I have to be invited? If not, would you invite me anyway?

palinode said...

You don't have to be invited to x365 - just go to www.x365.org and sign up. Most people restrict their entries to a specific word length, but I'm all loosy goosy like that.