The photo sat atop her desk, the first year she taught a class by herself, the class standing in a bunch around her. Looking up she took in the eager faces of the new students of the year. She smiled and stood. “My name is Elizabeth Fuller but you can call me Ms. Fuller. This is my final year of teaching. I know we’re going to have a great time.”,she said. “In this class we’ll learn math and how to read. We’ll start with reading now actually, in your desk is a book go ahead and pull it out. Can anyone read that first word to me, or does anyone want to take a guess to see if you know what it is?” Not a single was raised. “Okay can we spell the word together?”, she asked. A chorus of yes was her only response. Together they said T H E and then she said “That word is the can we practice that a couple times?” They practiced saying it a couple times and then moved on to the next word. Once they finished the sentence she released them to go play and eat lunch. She sat down and ate her lunch watching the children out of the window. She decided they would go home early today. All she wanted was a picture of her last class and then she would be happy for the rest of the school year. She walked outside and lined the class up then took the picture and sent them home.




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Elizabeth Fuller
02/15/1856
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Teacher
Reading
The unknown
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