Thursday, September 15

Thank you Mrs. Fule for my love of books.

I am not a big reader. Never have been. I find reading a challenge. I CAN read (just to be clear) but I mix words up and it takes me forever to get through a book. I like to blame my mother for this, I tell here it's because of smoking and all the heavy drinking she did when pregnant with me. She just scoffs and laughs and says, "No, it's not from that...It's from the drug use"

I do enjoy reading though and when I find a book that captures my attention I find it almost impossible to put down. To the point were I am unable to separate myself from it's magical world. I won't sleep and when I do, I'm dreaming about the book.
Books are wonderful things!

The reason I am going on about books was because I found this the other day in my hope chest down stairs.



 My hope chest is filled with my special things from when I was a child/youth that mean something to me. I have old pictures, love letters from boys, my costume from singing in the '88 Olympic choir,a promise ring, and this spring book. It's hard to read the puffy paint title on the horrific fabric, but trust me, that's what it says Spring Book by Joelle with flowers.

I made this spring book in Grade 5. I made it in Mrs. Fule's class. Mrs. Fule would read to us when we were in her class. I LOVED being read to, I still do. Because I found books challenging I enjoyed listening to her read and tell stories, and the book I enjoyed listening to read the most was called Cowboys Don't Cry by Marilyn Halvarson.


Every class that she read the story, she had my complete attention. I fell in love with this book Mrs. Fule read to us. Well, when spring came around she had us make these Spring books. We were to fill it with things that reminded us of spring.
Then after we finished the books Mrs. Fule awarded us prizes for the best and I won. My first place prize was a copy of Cowboys Don't Cry. MY FAVORITE BOOK!

Funny how I still remember all of that experience. I read and re-read that story about 100 times I had to tape the cover back on.
 I can pinpoint to the exact second in my life, when I fell in love with books. Not all teachers have such lasting influence on every student, but Mrs. Fule did on me.

Later on when I was in High school I had her husband as an English teacher too. And he is, without question, why I enjoy Shakespeare as much as I do. Teachers are amazing people. Thank you both for sparking a love of literature in a little girl!


A small bit of my collection, and I am not even a tad embarrassed to admit I read (and loved) Twilight!


One day I'll tell you about my other most favorite teacher of all time. Mr. Lenox.

Who was the teacher that meant the most to you and why?

Today:

I am grateful there are only 34 more days until I leave on my trip to London!!!

I am grateful for Natasha, who, without fail will stay up all hours of each night just to talk to me when I need someone to listen. I LOVE YOU!!!!!

I am grateful for love and support!

I am grateful for comfy pants.

J