The best teacher ever was my teacher Mrs. Henson. She is the one who had us write a book in 5th grade. All About Me by Julie Ventura is my first and only published book. There is only one copy, but it is a book. And it’s mine. It’s hardbound and has my name right on the front. Here is a picture of the book. You can tell it has gone through a few moves. It is 40 years old, after all.
I opened it up today and was reading some of my stories. They are pretty interesting. I have found that I have changed and matured in some ways (I hope). And, in some ways, I have not changed at all. Case in point, the first story in my book is called, “My Wish.”
My teacher asked us to write what we would do if we had one wish. I don’t remember this at all. I about fell over laughing as I read the story. Can you guess what I thought of for my one wish? I wanted to be the ruler. I planned on firing everyone around me and having a hostile take over.(Everyone was always bossing me around. I was the third born.)
And I quote, “Now I am the ruler. You are fired.” Still seems good to me. (I still get bossed around). I go on to say that once I am the ruler we will play all day, eat, shop, and watch movies. Nope. Haven’t changed a bit.
My Stories Are About Food
The other stories are just as entertaining. There is the story the “Singing Burritos,” and another one entitled, “Flying bananas.”
Everyone seems to end up at Six Flags or Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory by the end of the story. I seemed to have a recurring theme with food and amusement parks. My favorite one is about a burp (still food related) who goes through the drain and, eventually, ends up in the mouth of a princess.
Of course, she rips a huge “Urrrrrph” in front of everyone. This was especially naughty to me because my mother really disliked any sort of bodily noises. I remember getting a huge kick out of that. The story was entitled, “A Trip to the Drain.” I had a flair for the dramatic.
Good Teachers Matter
The reason I share these stories is that I want to emphasize what a good teacher will do for a child. It’s been 40 years, and I have never forgotten the way it felt when my teacher brought our published books into our classroom.
We anticipated them for weeks. We had spent all year writing, re-writing, and coloring our pages. When I first received my copy, I couldn’t believe it. It was smooth, hard-bound, and it had my name in gold on the front.
When I opened it up, it smelled new. It was crisp and clean. I had already fallen in love with reading books, but this was a whole new high for me. (I got high on new book smell-nerd drugs).
This was the pinnacle of writers, and I had my first taste (or smell). I have not forgotten the way this felt. The touch, the smell, and the fact my name was in front showing ownership to all my creativity harnessed in one place.
Thank You, Mrs. Henson
I have my teacher, Mrs. Henson, to thank for this love of writing, reading, and the wish to publish.
She was the best teacher ever. She demanded hard work, but it was balanced with love. I hope I make her proud one day and have a second book to place next to this first one. I am still finding myself so who knows what I will write. Maybe she can send a few prompts. Being ruler and eating all day does have a nice ring. Maybe I’ll do Volume II. All About Me: The Fatter Years.
Whatever I write, I have her to thank for taking the time to come up with a published book for 5th graders. This book is so precious to me. It is the one thing I would grab if my house were burning. Besides my family! Did you have a wonderful teacher? What did he/she do?
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