When we look back upon our own school days most of us can remember a teacher who was “special” in our eyes, or a class where we seemed to sail through with flying colours.
I can still remember my teacher, Mrs. H. in Port Colbourne, Ontario when we first moved from Uganda to Canada. She was so gentle, kind and calm and, most importantly, non-judgmental. She allowed everyone a voice, and was able to manage the classroom with such grace. I’ve had other teachers through the years who I also remember fondly, mostly because I didn’t feel stress in their classrooms.