If you've read my previous posts about child molestation, you are familiar with the effects it had on me afterwards as a child. I went from an extremely outgoing, and outspoken child to a kid who would not even let her mother brush her hair. I would wear clothes that were two or three times my size because I was so ashamed of my body. I had trouble sleeping, I would jump awake at the slightest sounds. So when I would finally sleep, I would not want to get up in the morning and was often late or absent from school.
Going into the fourth grade we got a new teacher. New to the village entirely. We were all scared and nervous. I was even more scared because it was a male. While I got excellent grades, and was sent to the junior high for reading, my truancy was having an impact on my grades. One day, I was extremely late for school and my teacher pulled me aside and brought me into a little kitchen they had. I was soooo scared, and thought that I was going to get detention or extra homework. The words spoken to me that day stuck with me for the rest of my life, and I still, to this day, find myself thinking of them. He told me he wasn't sure what was going on in my life, but knew it couldn't be good. He told me that he wasn't there to lecture me or try to make me talk about something that I didn't want to talk about. I think after that sentence I started crying. He told me that he knew I was an exceptionally bright student who was academically advanced for her age, and for those reasons, he was going to look passed my attendance and work with me. He told me that he thought I would be a doctor or a lawyer some day. I don't think he ever knew how great that made me feel. Soon after I started brushing my hair, and he would tell me my hair looked nice. I started MAKING myself be on time for school no matter how tired I was from not sleeping. To this day, those words stick with me. I pride myself on doing my best to further my education, no matter what obstacles are placed before me. I may not be getting there as fast as I'd like, but I'm getting there.
I would like to end this post to a special thanks to David Voisine Sr. My fourth and fifth grade teacher.