Dear Professor

 Teaching is often frustrating and exhausting, but getting feedback like this makes it all worth it.

Dear Professor,

            I was assigned to write a letter to a former teacher who has made an impact on my life. You were my first choice, for you’ve taught me more than most I’ve ever known or remember. I have never had another teacher or professor from any school support me in the way you have. What you did for me in my first college class last year made such an impact with me and helped me to gain assurance and strength to carry on with my education in college courses. When I was at my worst with so much frustration and close to dropping not only your class but out of college altogether, you were able to get me to focus on the positive, understand my personal situation, and give me self-confidence to complete your class.

            I have continued my courses knowing I can do what I need to do to accomplish my goals. I’ve learned to not put so much pressure on myself to be perfect. I continue to think of you and remember the lessons you taught me throughout my first class with you. Your structure and attention to detail was just what I needed to help me be successful.

            As I begin to work with children, I plan to use your style of teaching, attention to detail, structure in planning, and understanding that we all are people first. I will think of you as I help students overcome their difference and other obstacles they may come across. I plan on communicating with not only my students but also their parents in a timely manner as you have with your students.

            I have been blessed to have you as my “first” official college professor and I don’t believe I’d be continuing my education if it wasn’t for you support and believe in me the way you have.

Thank you,

Westley told about Angels, Jesus, and Heaven after his Great Grandma died

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Just days after her 94th birthday, Grandma Nellie May Franke passed away. Westley was 3 at the time. We wanted to wait a few days until closer to the funeral to tell him she had died, so we were careful not to talk about her death.

5/17/10 I just made this picture my computer desktop picture. Westley (who didn't know yet that Great Grandma died) came over and looked at it for a minute, and then pointed at the picture and said There's God. He said there's two... one's a birdy-man. I asked if the birdy-man had wings and he said yes. I got him close to the screen and asked him to show me where God was. He pointed to the white area above Grandma

5/18/10 Westley was reading a book about seasons, nature and animals  with Grandma Kathy. He pointed to part of the top of the page and said "that's where Marni is” (Marni is my cousin who passed away last year). Kathy asked "what is that?" and he said "Heaven" She asked who else was in Heaven and he said Great Grandma. (I had still not told him that Great Grandma died)

5/19/10 I sat down with Westley today before his nap and I was going to tell him Great Grandma had died and was now in Heaven.

Before I mentioned Grandma he brought up her name and told me she doesn't live at her place anymore. I said that was right… that she lives in Heaven now and we won't see her again until we go to Heaven.  He asked why she wasn't in the hospital anymore, he said "cause it didn't work?" ( I think referring to them healing Grandma) I said, well it helped some and she got out of the hospital but it must have just been her time for her to go to Heaven. He told me "sometimes it isn't your time"  (not sure where he got that from, it’s nothing we have ever talked about before) I said that's right. I told him Great Grandma saw Jesus when she was 84 but he told her it wasn't her time yet, so she lived here on earth until now when it was her time..

That's all I remember. He didn't cry or seem emotional - he was very matter of fact about it and acted like he already knew. 

5/20 I continued to talk about Grandma to remind him why we would be going to Hemet. I mentioned angels taking Grandma to Heaven. He said “No, first she gets her wings.” I confirmed, “They give her her wings and then she is able to go up to heaven?” He said yes. I asked him where he learned that as it isn’t something we have said before, thinking maybe he heard something at church. But when I asked “Who taught you that?” He said “Jesus told me… when I was a little little baby.”

I asked him if he had been to Heaven, he said “yes” but then quit answering me.

Story for My Grandma

Today is My Grandma's birthday. She would have been 96. She died days after celebrating her 94th birthday. My Grandma loved to write stories about her past and about family history. For her 94th birthday her grandchildren wrote her stories. She was read these stories in the hospital a few days before she died. We also read them out loud at her funeral.

I am so glad she was able to hear the stories we wrote. It is a great reminder that if someone means a lot to you, tell them right now, because you never know when you may lose your chance to do so.

This is the story I wrote for my Grandma.

Passing on Grandma’s Love & Values

By Gina

I am Grandma’s youngest grandchild. For years she was the oldest and I was the youngest at family gatherings. We learned to watch out for each other and had a special bond. Being the youngest I also probably spent more time observing my family, and began to realize how truly special my Grandma was and how I wanted to strive to pass on some of her finest characteristics and values.

I shared with Grandma a love for the beach and for nature. I remember as a young child, many of the adults did not want to go swimming in the ocean. Grandma was never afraid of the cold water or getting sand in her bathing suit. It was special when she would take me out swimming and we would find the perfect spot, way out in the waves, but not too deep. I hope that when my children ask me to take them out in the water, I too, put aside the fact that I will get wet and cold, and have sand in my bathing suit and we will enjoy that time together.

 I remember spending time at Grandma’s house on Palm Avenue when I was very young. It seemed like she was always making fresh bread. It was a fun new experience to make something with her, from scratch. I remember there would be flour and bowls everywhere. Sometimes we would take the flour, put it on our cheeks and just laugh together. Then, we would have to wait for the dough to rise, which is a long process to be patient for. Grandma had that patience, but I didn’t. I would always sneak off a little pinch of dough to eat when she was not looking. Now days, with bread machines and box mixes, most people no longer cook and bake the way Grandma did. Probably the only type of dough most children are familiar with is cookie dough that comes in ice cream. Remembering the experiences that I had makes me prioritize some time in the kitchen and show my children what it means to make something from scratch.

As I got older, I would occasionally run errands with Grandma or attend meetings with her and her peers. While these were not always our most exciting adventures in my opinion, it was interesting to see how others related to her, those who were not part of our family. Every where we went, Grandma knew someone, and would stop to smile and say hello. After she introduced me, her friends would always tell me that my Grandma was the sweetest lady they knew. I believed them, because Grandma was one of the sweetest people I knew as well. I do not ever remember Grandma ever saying anything mean or bad about anyone. She demonstrates the importance of accepting, and not judging others. This brought peace to her life, as well as to those around her. I’ve got a ways to go, but I work to live my life by her example, acknowledging the value in truly respecting others.

Grandma was also the one who showed me God’s love. She always shared her church  with all of us. She showed me how to pray and always reminded me that God loved me, and loved everyone. Grandma told stories of how she had met angels on more than one account. I think it’s even likely Grandma is an angel herself. By her example, her stories, and unconditional love, Grandma helped me become a believer in God and his Glory

Thank you Grandma for being you, and teaching me such important lessons in life. I know I am fortunate to have had such a wonderful, caring grandma and I think it’s so special that you have had the chance to meet handfuls of your great grandchildren. You will always be in my thoughts and in the stories I tell as I teach my children about the beauty in the world, precious times together, love and kindness, and worshiping God.