Sunday, February 04, 2007

At PostSecret

5 comments:

Penny L. Richards said...

Oh excellent! That beats all the secret lovers and petty crimes confessed at postsecret, by a mile.

I suspect there are quite a few passionate teachers who start from that kind of childhood experience. (Here's mine: my kindergarten teacher assured me that my parents had ruined my life by letting me learn to read before K. I went home and stood on my head, hoping that would make me forget--and didn't dare tell my mom about that conversation until five years later. The same teacher tried to make me right-handed, she moved my marker from hand to hand every chance she got. This was in 1972. For years after, I wouldn't let teachers see what I knew, just in case it would get me in trouble again.)

Penelope said...

I think that's a fabulous secret! I wish there were more like it, but also that the writer didn't feel the need to make it a secret.

Kay Olson said...

Penny, traumatic for you, but an excellent story! My Kindergarten teacher was wonderful when she learned I could already read. She just told my parents to get the kid something new to do so I wouldn't become bored and troublesome. It was piano lessons, which I did for ten years.

Penny L. Richards said...

Now see, I was "hopeless" at piano lessons, and hated them, but I'm still grateful for them--it was my piano teacher who first realized that I needed glasses. (And she played the organ at my wedding, many years later.)

I think of the Kindergarten incident a lot now that I have a six-year-old daughter who's also left-handed and an early reader. What little comments will stick in her memory the way Miss Murray's did for me? The way the Sylvan tutor's did for the PostSecret writer?

Kay Olson said...

I do have a memory from age six that sticks with me. A babysitter told me I was a horrible singer. I really think those sorts of statements to young minds are evil. True, I have never sung well, but I was always sure I couldn't.