The thing is, when you think back to when you were in school, what do you remember? Do you remember the day to day lessons? Probably not. Homework? Not fondly. What I remember are the times when a teacher made me feel special or smart. I remember my first grade teacher asking me to stay after school. I, of course, assumed I was in trouble and tried to sneak out of the door without her seeing me. She tugged at my jacket’s hood as I walked by and after everyone was gone, she gave me a little porcelain doll. To this day, I have no idea why she gave it to me. But it meant something. It made me feel special and cared for…I had a (sometimes) difficult childhood, so to me, it meant she liked me.