I wonder ...

When I look at some of the delightful school buildings in Prague, I wonder if my life would have been different if I had been educated in such attractive surrounds. Maybe I would have been an artist or architect ... who knows? In reality I think what one does with life depends more on our teachers than on any physical building - but I can't be sure. I studied a short story with some of my students this week - Love, by William Maxwell - and it reminded me of my third grade teacher Miss Ivy, who moved to Papua New Guinea (that's what it was called back then!) and sent me letters. I remember the stamps. I marvel at the kindness of a teacher who wrote to 3rd and 4th graders. And just last December I was reminded how one music teacher shaped my love of baroque music.