A Letter of Thanks

Dear Ms, Mealia,

I’ve told you this many times before, but of all the teachers I’ve had in all my life, you are one of three who has made a tremendous impact on my life. I know I probably didn’t show it much by sleeping through your lectures and hiding in the darkroom to share gossip with the girls (you did know about that, right?), but it’s true. There were several times you gave me the support I needed to go on, whether through a smile or a few words of encouragement.

(No, “I can’t wait to retire,” does NOT count.)

To be honest, the other artists in the classes I took with you easily intimidated me. I thought they were better than me and deserved more work time because of it. You probably knew that, and even supported my need to work alone by allowing me to come in during my free periods and after school to get everything done for class.

You once told me, “There’s a book in you.” You might be right. I’ve been working on it all my life, I guess, writing it down and documenting it with photographs. And you should know that when that book is published, I owe its dedication to you.

Thank you for believing in me and supporting my dreams and creativity. May you find every happiness you deserve in your upcoming retirement, and I can only hope that when the time comes I can at least make a bold attempt at filling your shoes.

Wishing you all the best,
Caitlin

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6 responses to “A Letter of Thanks

  • Neil

    I don’t think there’s anything we remember more than a great teacher. I still remember my eighth grade Social Studies teacher like it was yesterday — he gave me more insights than any college professor ever did.

  • _Summer_

    Good teachers are hard to come by. Thanks Ms. Mealia.

  • toadman

    You know, I should get around to thanking my sixth grade teacher. She always read my stories to the class when we’d have a writing assignment. I hated it at the time, but now that I think of it, she never read anyone else’s stories, that I remember.

    I’ve looked back at some of those stories, and, well, they were written by a sixth grader. That means they are about sixth grade topics. Dragons, talking pencils, and the like.

    Still, for some reason, she seemed to like them.

    Too bad I can’t remember her name.

  • Karen

    For some reason, reading this makes me envious. I never had an encouraging female art teacher. All I had were male teachers, ranging from bizarre and narcissistic to dopey and buffoonish.

    An image comes to mind of the buffoonish teacher absent-mindedly “polishing” some dirt off the breast of the Venus de Milo statue in the art room. He was at it a good five minutes before he realized we were all sitting waiting for him to start the class.

  • siggi

    Yo, this is a comment on the tissue question, because it’s been disabled.
    Eric used to tell me the same thing that billy told you, and I totally agree with you…that’s disgusting. Boys.

  • groovebunny

    I love this post. I was trying to remember the name of my art teacher from 9th grade. She was a short, quirky woman who climbed up on a desk one morning to pose for a lesson on contour drawing. She was lovely and strange. But for the life of me I can’t remember her name. 😦

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