To The Teachers We’ll Never Forget
I’m a social media marketer for a ballet academy in Illinois. My boyfriend, being a filmmaker, helped us out on a busy weekend by filming the goings-on of a typical Saturday at the studio to create some promotional videos. We walked in to the 9:30AM Pre-Ballet class with Miss Myrria (pronounced like Mariah).
The class itself is roughly 2 hours long. Miss Myrria teaches the girls, all of whom are between 3-4 years old, basic poses and technique. But as the class began, I started to feel some time of warmth, a sort of nostalgia. The kindness and genuine fun that Miss Myrria showed the girls left me in awe. All I kept thinking was:
“These girls are going to remember her for the rest of their lives.”
The way these girls loved Miss Myrria was similar to the way they love their favourite aunt or an older sister that they look up to. When she praised them for their effort and their accomplishments, the pride on their faces was undeniable. Miss Myrria would turn everything into a game that made the girls giggle and squeal with entertainment. When Miss Myrria said stretch, they stretched as far as they could. And when she said to stand a certain way, they did their very best to get it just right. Not only did they love Miss Myrria but, the respected her.
Other than being able to see all of this with my own two eyes, how could I possibly know all of this? No one was saying anything specific to suggest all of this. But, I could tell that this particular teacher was inspiring these girls because I understand what it’s like to have a teacher that you can’t help but admire. I used to be the little girl in ballet class who adored her teacher. You see, I used to have my own Miss Myrria…
I only took one ballet class in my life and my instructor was Miss Kim. Each class, I would learn and memorize the dance to the finest detail and then I’d come home and show my family everything I learned. When it came time for the recital though, I made up my own moves but made sure to do some of the real dance. I had even managed to get myself tangled into the curtain mid-performance. But despite all of this, when I saw Miss Kim after the show, she had a big smile on her face and said, “You looked like you had so much fun! I’m so proud of you!”
Though I’m no dancer…
… I know that Miss Kim greatly impacted my life from an early age. She taught me to find something I’m passionate about and focus all of my energy on that. Because of her I know that if I’m not enjoying something, there’s no point in doing it. When we would rehearse our dances for a recital, Miss Kim would say while we danced, “Have fun! Where’s that smile? Dance dance!”
I am now nearing 26 years old and I find myself working at a dance academy. It kind of seems like life has come full circle in some ways, doesn’t it.
Thank You, Miss Kim
You may not remember me but, I’m sure I’m not alone when I say that you continue to teach me each day. And thank you to all of the teachers, whatever your subject may be, for inspiring your students and changing our lives forever.