Mrs. Brooks,
As I reflect on my academic career, I am brought back to where my love for learning began: in your classroom. Whether we were singing songs, running around at recess, or sitting in a circle for story time, every day was filled with joy, curiosity, and laughter. You taught me that school wasn’t just about books or rules—it was about discovery, wonder, and even fun.
You allowed me to be myself, but also gently taught me when to rein it in. I was quite the talker, and you reminded me that you were the Queen Bee of our class of “busy bees,” not me. You also told my mom you thought I would run a small country one day, so maybe I’ll be able to do that too.
But more than that, you planted seeds in my heart that have never stopped growing. You didn’t just teach me my letters or how to tie my shoes—you shared the love of Jesus with me. The day you shared the gospel with our class was the first time the story was illuminated for me. You might not know this, but I became a believer that day. Through your words and your actions, I came to understand the gospel not just as a story, but as something real, personal, and life-giving.
Thank you for being more than a teacher. The impact you made in that classroom has stayed with me all these years.
I was struggling to find photos from kindergarten (Facebook wasn’t as popular then), so here are some photos from our Kindergarten yearbook!
Love,
Ashley
