Full Circle: From Their Classroom to My Own

As I stand on the edge of my first year of teaching, I’ve been caught between excitement and nerves, wondering how I will show up for my students. In those quiet moments of dreaming about the teacher I hope to become, my thoughts drift back to the people who shaped me most: my own teachers. Some challenged me in ways I didn’t appreciate until years later, others believed in me when I couldn’t believe in myself, and many created spaces where I felt safe to grow. Looking back, I realize the kind of teacher I want to be is deeply rooted in the lessons they gave me—both inside and outside of the classroom.

As I take this step forward, I want to honor those teachers and share some of the lessons they taught me that continue to shape the kind of educator I hope to be.

Mrs. Daily (4th Grade)

If I could give my own “Teacher of the Year” it would hands down go to Mrs. Daily. I remember so much from 4th grade. She brought every lesson to life and was very hands on in her approach. From making a plantation out of milk cartons, to the prairie day with square dancing and candle and corn husk doll making, to turning our classroom into a full on jungle for a classroom production of a story we were reading (picture below of me as an orange bird) . Even now about 30 years later, I still remember the four chambers of the heart because we had to walk through a version that was taped to the floor like we were on an episode of the Magic School Bus. Mrs. Daily taught me so much about how fun learning can be when you make it engaging and curate an experience. She is one of the teachers that inspired me to go into teaching, and why I was an elementary school major at first. (That lasted for a semester, but still…) She is forever one of my favorite teachers, and is someone I look up to when I am trying to come up with ways to engage my classroom.

Mrs. Absher (5th grade)

Mrs. Absher taught me the power of relationships. She was one of the those teachers who kind of just reached into your soul and was able to pull out your super power because she took the time to know you. She was such a kind and caring teacher, and she really made you feel seen. I was very shy in elementary school, and she had a way because of our connection to make me want to come out of my shell. She also kept that relationship going and was a constant cheerleader for me well into college. I remember tutoring in her classroom all during high school because of that relationship she focused so heavily on building. I also learned how to make GORP in 5th grade, which is an important skill. IYKYK.

Mrs. Pickens (7th grade)

She was one of my Social Studies teachers in middle school, but what stands out most to me are the memories of being in the Recycling Club with her. Mrs. Pickens had this way of seeing potential in me that I didn’t yet see in myself. With her encouragement, I found the courage to take on leadership roles and the confidence to step into opportunities I might have otherwise avoided. She didn’t just teach content, she taught me how to believe in myself, how to step outside my comfort zone, and how everyone can create community. Her kindness and steady positivity made such a difference during those pivotal middle school years. Looking back, she is one of the teachers who not only shaped who I became as a student, but also inspired me to want to work with this age group myself, to be that same kind of guiding light for others.

Mrs Reynolds (HS Sociology)

What I remember most about Mrs. Reynolds is how she challenged us to think outside of the box. We didn’t just read text books; most of our class was spent in discussion. She taught me so much about discourse and respectfully seeing different sides. She was able to help us grow in our perspectives and work through really challenging ideas as we were about to embark on the “real world.” I remember how she gave us space to use our voice, but at the same time challenge us to support our thought process outside of group think which can be so prevalent in the teenage years. She was also very invested in our journeys and made us see all the possibilities after high school through our discussions.

My Dad/Mr. Glinn (HS Anatomy and Marine Biology)

I was in my dad’s classes two years in a row. My dad was a great teacher, and I can sing all the accolades about the strategies that he used. However, what I learned most from being in his class is hard work is yours to own. I got teased a lot in his class that he was giving me good grades, but if anyone actually paid attention, I am fairly certain he made me work harder than anyone else in the class. He certainly was not going to hand me that grade, I had to EARN it. Hard work meant a lot there, and I knew that I had to put in the time and effort to get a good result. Granted hard work was always emphasized growing up, but it stood out even more as I sat in his classroom those two years. I also learned from him that it is ok for teachers to infuse their own personality in class. My dad is obsessed with marine life which is hard when you are land-locked in Missouri, and so he built and got approval from the district to have a marine biology course because he was passionate about it. Also he was always being a goof in class, which was normal to see as a dad, but a whole other level of comfort when your daughter is in your class. He was so comfortable in his own shoes, and I believe his goofiness allowed him to connect more with his students (regardless of how embarrassed I may have been.) He embraced it all, and it was fun to see him shine in who he was. Needless to say, that marine biology course was one of my favorites in high school.

Mrs. Blay (Theatre)

I never had Mrs. Blay in a classroom, but I had the privilege of learning from her through the school theatre programs she led. One of the most powerful lessons she taught me came through what was, at the time, one of my most embarrassing moments as a perfectionist. My senior year, I overcommitted myself in a big way, trying to do it all and not being honest about the fact that I was falling short as the sound manager for a show. When I was removed from that role, I felt crushed with shame—not only because I had failed, but because I had let others down. Yet it was in that moment that Mrs. Blay stepped in and refused to let me ignore the reality. She didn’t let me slide, and though it was a hard truth to face, she gave me one of the most important lessons I’ve carried with me since: that accountability and failure are not the end, but the beginning of growth. From her, I learned that saying “no” is not weakness, but wisdom, and that being honest with yourself and others is the only way to lead with integrity. What felt like failure in the moment became a turning point in how I view responsibility, self-awareness, and leadership—lessons I still carry with me today.

Mr. Watring (HS Band)

High school band was more than just a class or an activity, it was a safe haven for me, the place where I felt the most free to be myself. So much of that came from the kind of program Mr. Watring built. He challenged us to strive for excellence, but never at the expense of individuality. He created space for each of us to grow into who we were meant to be. For me, he was instrumental in building my confidence. He recognized strengths I didn’t even know I had and trusted me with leadership roles that stretched and shaped me. From performing in the top concert band all four years to guiding me through the college process, and even connecting me to the professor who would later mentor me in college, his influence reached far beyond the band room. From him, I learned that great teaching is not just about skill, but about truly seeing your students and helping them see the best in themselves. His support, encouragement, and belief in me left a mark I carry with me to this day, and I am forever grateful for the way he used music to teach me lessons about leadership, perseverance, and self-belief.

Dr. Bax (College Political Science)

I had the privilege of taking several classes with Dr. Bax in college, and to be honest, I sought out every course she offered as electives because I respected her that much. What set her apart was her gift for making political science feel alive and relevant. She had a way of taking even the most abstract or distant concept and weaving it into our everyday lives, showing us that what we were learning wasn’t just content—it was connected to who we were and the world around us. From her, I learned the importance of applicability: that when students see the “why” and the “how” behind a lesson, their investment deepens. She showed me that the way you frame a lesson can make all the difference, turning information into meaning and sparking genuine engagement. That approach has stuck with me, and it’s a lesson I hope to carry into my own teaching.

Dr. Tony Cawthon (Grad school professor)

Anyone who has been part of the Clemson program, or even just crossed paths with it, knows the kind of heart Tony pours into everything he does. His love for the program, for the profession, and above all for his students is undeniable. Being in his class, you couldn’t help but feel his passion radiating through every lesson, every conversation, every encouragement. He didn’t just invest in our education, he invested in us as people. That kind of care left a mark, not only strengthening the program but shaping each of us in lasting ways. Decades later, he is still there—cheering us on in the comments, sharing our successes, and celebrating every milestone as if it were his own. Tony isn’t just a teacher; he is the very picture of what it means to teach with heart, and his legacy is written in the lives of his students. He taught me most about legacy and true investment.

Every teacher I’ve had throughout my life has left a mark on me in some way, through their patience, encouragement, creativity, and belief in me. Each of them added a piece to the puzzle that inspired me to become a teacher myself. I carry their lessons with me into my own classroom, hoping to honor the impact they had by teaching with the same care, passion, and dedication. My greatest hope is that my students will feel seen, supported, and inspired in the way my teachers made me feel, and that I can help spark a love of learning that stays with them long after they leave my class.

Experiencing the Middle

Tomorrow Daphne starts school. This is significant and I have many emotions, but at the same time it feels so different than when we started school with George.

George was our first. We didn’t know what to expect with him. I was overcome with fear and anxiety on how the experience would be for him.

With Daph, we are more familiar with the process, and she will even have the same teacher that George did in preschool. We know that she is in the best hands to bring her into the school atmosphere. She will be just down the hall from George, and there is comfort knowing they will be so close together. He has already said he will watch for her at recess.

But there are still emotions being here in the middle with her.

I don’t have the fear of the unknown like the first time around, but I also know she isn’t my last. I feel excited for her. We all seem more ready for the experience. I don’t feel the hesitation that I did with George, nor the bittersweet that I know will come with Wally being our last.

Do I worry about how the experience will go for her? I mean come on, have you met me? I am always riddled with anxiety, however, I am finding myself at peace much quicker with her. I am so excited to see her go off to school.

She has never been out of our house for any type of school, and one hour of gymnastics once a week for the last year is most social interaction she has gotten outside of our family. So in a sense there is still a lot of unknown of how she will engage with her peers. But I know as soon as she warms up, she is going to make some great connections.

I really feel like she is going to soar. The brain on this child is limitless, and I know we have only tapped into a small portion of her capabilities here at home. She has a heart of gold, and the kindness that she has for others will take her far. She is the type of child who will flourish in a school atmosphere, and I can’t wait to hear all about her experience. This time around all I can think of is all the great things she will have access to and how much she will enjoy things. I am not worried about letting go with her at all.

Which is somewhat weird because I am sad thinking of some day this little girl won’t sneak into my bed and her sweet little voice will be a distant memory. Also you would think being a female, I would be worried about all the social pieces that come down the road with her and school. But I am not worried at all. I am ready to see how she embraces the challenge and confronts the pressure head on. She is so strong-willed and tough as nails. I don’t know what it is about this transition that seems just so natural and normal for her, and again there is so much peace with her going. She is far more a stronger person than I ever was, and she is so smart and capable.

Maybe there is just so much going on around in our lives that I just don’t have time to really wallow in how she is growing as I did with George. Who knows?! But I will take not having a breakdown in front of her teacher because I am so caught up in the ‘what if’ emotions.

She has been living in George’s shadow for most of her life, and now Wally takes up some of the attention that was aimed at her. Again, she is our middle. So I am thankful to see her go off into school where she can start making her own path independent of her brothers.

With George I think we were all scared when this day came because it was all new to us. When it comes to Wally’s time, I know I will be the most emotional parent there because it will be a sign of all the littleness leaving our house. So for now, with Daph, we are able to really sink into this time and enjoy it. It is nice to experience it like this for our middle child.

Here’s to you Daph and all the things you will learn this year, and the person you are becoming.

And on to the next…

And just like that, George is done with kindergarten.

There is a weirdness that is settling in from today. It’s like I know that we are done with kindergarten for George, but at the same time it doesn’t seem real that he is old enough to be a FIRST grader.

To think back to August and all of the unknowns of the year, it is hard to compile all the thoughts and feelings that we have gone through during this year.

George’s kindergarten experience will be so different than his siblings thanks to all that was 2020.

He had to wear masks. At the beginning of the year, I thought this would be our biggest hurdle, but he often choose to wear it away from school. The last couple weeks our county lifted those restrictions, and he still choose to wear it at times.

The parties, assemblies, field trips, and programs all looked different than “normal” or were non-existent.

There were several weeks of virtual school thrown in during the year. In the midst of these weeks, I honestly didn’t think either of us would survive.

Learning in some areas came really easy to George, and other areas we had to work as a team to identify new approaches. He started to see the school speech pathologist to help learn specific social skills. This kid just loves to talk and doesn’t always see the cues that he should stop.

On the other hand, he was recognized for his caring spirit and the way that he shows joy to others. He is such a light, even if his talking can be distracting at times. It was always great to hear the ways that he was filling others’ cups up throughout the year.

He learned a love for drawing, and even though he says he hates to write, we have books and books of hand crafted signs, doodles and charts to prove otherwise.

We saw his interests change due to peer influence, so we welcomed Minecraft and Pokemon into our lives. He also continuously was inviting his class to our house and planning sleepovers without cluing us in. (Mind you these never did happen, he is just the friend who likes to corral other friends for a good time.)

It’s been a wild ride, and it’s crazy to think still that we have a school-aged kid, but here we are celebrating our first year through.

I am so proud of George. He was able to adapt to being new at school, to the constant changing atmosphere, and also to becoming a big brother again through all of it. He is such a smart kid, and I loved seeing him make connections with his teacher and friends. And on to the next we go!