The Tuesday before Thanksgiving, I was invited to attend a retirement reception at my home town high school for Miss Edith Dorrell. My boss graciously allowed me to leave early to drive over and, the closer I got, the more excited I became. I probably had not seen Miss Dorrell in at least ten years, and I had not been back to the school since my mom worked there when I was in college.
Miss Dorrell changed my life. She was that teacher for me– the one who brought me out of my shell, challenged me, inspired me, and encouraged me to explore my interests with both creativity and an emphasis on solid, detailed research. She taught me the value of public speaking and preparing for a presentation. Most of all, she loved me and let me be myself.
Sometimes, I would work really hard on extra assignments. As a reward, she would let me teach the class for a day. Even then, my passion was education, and I had wonderful role models. Miss Dorrell always called me her “Baby Girl.” To me, she was my hero.
Seeing her again blessed me beyond words. As soon as we saw each other, we both started crying. We hugged for several minutes, and my heart felt full. Meeting Miss Dorrell’s incredibly beautiful daughter was a special treat. I heard so much about her while in school, I was always eager to get to know her. She is as kind and lovely as I always knew she would be in person.
I was also excited to see some of my other favorite teachers. It was fun catching up with them. Most have not aged a bit. In addition, I got to see Superintendent Ruis, a former classmate, Missy, and a twitter friend, Rob, who actually teaches in Hilliard.