Staff responses
Megan St. Marie: My fourth-grade teacher, Mrs. Girard, read books aloud that I still remember to this day and told me that one day I’d write books of my own.
Sean St. Marie: My favorite teacher was Sr. Marlene Mucha. I loved her because her enthusiasm for literature was infectious. She cared deeply about us both as students and as people. She was tough but fair and guided us toward finding our own meaning and interpretation of the works we studied. In particular, I'll never forget her Literary Explorations elective, where we read some incredible books that I'm sure were not commonly found in high school curricula, let alone at a Catholic school. I'm sure she was responsible for my decision to minor in literature, and I think Sister would be so pleased to learn that I work at the Emily Dickinson Museum in addition to my role at Modern Memoirs.
Ali de Groot: Ms. Andrea Ackerman, my eighth-grade Language Arts teacher, who taught us never to use the verb “to be” more than three times in an essay. She also wrote me a deeply personal condolence card that I barely understood at the time but carried with me for the next 50 years. I happily reconnected with her in summer 2023.
Liz Sonnenberg: Miss DeSanto, my first-grade teacher, because she invited us to look at the front page of the newspaper and use a red pencil to underline every word we could read. Intimidated at first, I marked every “but,” “the,” “is,” “he,” and “she,” etc. that I found, and was amazed at the resulting sea of red—even on something meant for adults! She filled me with confidence and swung open the door to the wide world of reading.
Nicole Miller: I was always very artistic, and think I largely drew my way through school. My favorite teachers were those who assigned creative projects, where I could shine my brightest. In early grade school, I illustrated my fourth grade teacher's Christmas cards, and in my last year of high school, I painted the Bread and Roses Strike for my history teacher. The painting was displayed in the Massachusetts State House and then it hung in the front of his classroom until his retirement. I always felt it was pretty neat that every student who came through the school during those years would learn about that history through my painting.
Emma Solis: My fifth-grade English teacher, Mrs. Harrelson. While she didn’t put up with my fondness for distracting myself and my classmates, she recognized the literature lover in me and showered me with kindness and encouragement. She also had the best classroom library.
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