One-Room Schoolhouse

Today I came across a blog that was about a one-room schoolhouse. This is what I posted: I have to tell you, your story really resonated with me because I actually attended a one-room schoolhouse as a child (and, by the way, I am not ancient -- only 32). I absolutely LOVED it. My teacher was Mrs. Thomas, and she was a second mom to all eight of us. Yep, there were eight students in the entire school when we first went there, although later there were more. My brother and I bumped it up to that number when we moved in. Crazy, huh? But I remember some of the best lessons learned in that little classroom -- what a cow's eyeball looks like on the inside, not to cheat (that was an ugly moment), and how to say goodbye to the baby mice that got into the rat poison. One day I will always remember was when she asked us never, ever to do drugs, because it was bad for us and she only wanted what was best for us. She really loved us, and I will never forget feeling responsible for not letting her down. That's really the lesson she taught us all -- that we were important people to her and that she loved us.