In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Teacher’s Pet.” – Tell us about a teacher who had a real impact on your life, either for the better or the worse. How is your life different today because of him or her?
As a sat to write this piece I was brought to remember the faces of more than a dozen adults who taught a little boy in what was a better, simpler time. I think that’s a cliche, but I think it’s still true.
I was bought up by mum first in one suburb then another. First Leyton, then Leytonstone then Woodford Green, then another part of Woodford Green. Each time trading up to a larger place in a better situation. My mum could teach Estate Agents and location scouts a thing or too. She never moved into a home which wasn’t better than the last and didn’t leave a place before she was ready to leave
She was focussed entirely on moving to get me into better schools in the days before the school catchment areas determined house prices in London to the extent they do now.
The school which determined HOW I am more than any was Woodbridge Secondary in Woodford Green. I hated it. The teacher who determined WHO I am, was my year tutor Mrs Tomlinson and I loved her as a second mother.