Mrs. Sammons: A Short Story

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Her smile could brighten an entire room. The only memories left are the ones stored inside of my heart. Mrs. Sammons, my kindergarten teacher, died when I was 11 after a hard battle with breast cancer. Influential does not even begin to describe this fantastic woman who made me who I am today. As I wandered into kindergarten on the first day, shy and scared, just seeing her there made me release a giant sigh of relief. Seeing a familiar face, one that I had known since the day I was born, made beginning such an intimidating experience a lot more survivable. The moment I was exposed to her passing, sadness and confusion overtook me. ‘Why her? Why now?’ I had thought. When I saw her for the last time at my brother’s funeral, I did not realize it was going …show more content…

Mrs. Sammons is the influence that brought me to possess such a deep passion for education. She brought out the best in everybody and made her students eager to learn, partially due to the fact that she made learning so enjoyable. One thing I will never forget about her class was when we got to hatch chicks. We incubated eggs and got to watch them hatch right before our eyes. We learned not just how the babies came to be, but each of us also learned a very valuable lesson about ourselves: no matter how old you are, you are capable of things way beyond your imagination. Mrs. Sammons taught us all sorts of lessons, some of which I still refer back to today. We didn’t just learn our ABC’s and 123’s, we learned what our place in the world was and how to live our most successful life. Most importantly, we learned to believe in ourselves. Before migrating from California to Montana in 2005, Mrs. Sammons bestowed upon me a book by the name of The Magic Boots by Scott Emerson that I still have to this day. Inside the front cover, she wrote me a message that I still reflect upon now and then if I am in need of some inspiration or reassurance about my

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