Mrs. Barb Boros, a teacher retired from Woodbrook for a few years now, died yesterday.
I don't know how many of you had connections to her--people with students who are older definitely would either have known her or possibly had her as their child's teacher.
Mrs. Boros was from the old school. Of course, when I started at Woodbrook, the Old School was the secret to our success. She was the lady in the picture when you went to look up "school teacher" in a dictionary from the 1960's. She had a chain on her glasses and could silence a room with a look.
She had a collection of smiley faces. In her class pictures, she always had a little plush smiley face sitting on her shoulder.
I will say this for her. Out of the fourth grade teachers of her time, I always found her students to be the most prepared for the fifth grade. Nothing against anyone else who taught fourth grade with her, but her students were always sharp as tacks. They had been taught by a master teacher.
Thinking about her this evening, I keep smiling to myself thinking of just little random anecdotes we've all shared about her over the years. Everyone who knew her has their "Barb Boros story".
Rest in peace, Mrs. Boros.
I don't know how many of you had connections to her--people with students who are older definitely would either have known her or possibly had her as their child's teacher.
Mrs. Boros was from the old school. Of course, when I started at Woodbrook, the Old School was the secret to our success. She was the lady in the picture when you went to look up "school teacher" in a dictionary from the 1960's. She had a chain on her glasses and could silence a room with a look.
She had a collection of smiley faces. In her class pictures, she always had a little plush smiley face sitting on her shoulder.
I will say this for her. Out of the fourth grade teachers of her time, I always found her students to be the most prepared for the fifth grade. Nothing against anyone else who taught fourth grade with her, but her students were always sharp as tacks. They had been taught by a master teacher.
Thinking about her this evening, I keep smiling to myself thinking of just little random anecdotes we've all shared about her over the years. Everyone who knew her has their "Barb Boros story".
Rest in peace, Mrs. Boros.
No comments:
Post a Comment