When I think back to elementary school, I always reminisce about Mrs. Johnson’s 4th grade class. She was my favorite teacher during my youth at Guy B. Teachey Elementary School. Mrs. Johnson, to begin, was in her 25th year of teaching when I was in her class. During her time, she taught one year of 3rd grade and then taught 4th grade for her remaining years. She had a genuine love for North Carolina captured by her weekly piano playing of North Carolina songs. Every week, the entire class sat on a small rug, sang to “Carolina in my Mind” and was captivated by tales of North Carolina. Because of Mrs. Johnson, our class was fun, and from what I remember, happy. We raised chicks from eggs, traveled to Raleigh, played kickball together, and embraced the awkwardness of Matthew trying to kiss every girl in our class. We were lucky enough to have a seasoned teacher who cared about our learning and classroom environment. In addition, we went to a small public school with a fast acting PTO team. Never once did we go without the needed resources in our class, and if there was a need, local fundraising initiatives filled the need almost instantly.
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Johnson and Teachey School provided our classroom. As seen in the picture, we had a full library, which was among one of the many luxuries our school afforded. Looking more closely at my class, I start to notice the racial dynamics of the class. First, I notice we had a large class mostly comprised of boys. Out of our class of 24, we only had 6 students of color. More intriguing, there were no girls of color. Realizing this, it makes me question the entire make up of our school. Did all classes look mostly like ours? Our school was majority white and thinking back the staff was entirely white. Noticing this makes me question, how did this trend affect my education and my views on how education should
Johnson and Teachey School provided our classroom. As seen in the picture, we had a full library, which was among one of the many luxuries our school afforded. Looking more closely at my class, I start to notice the racial dynamics of the class. First, I notice we had a large class mostly comprised of boys. Out of our class of 24, we only had 6 students of color. More intriguing, there were no girls of color. Realizing this, it makes me question the entire make up of our school. Did all classes look mostly like ours? Our school was majority white and thinking back the staff was entirely white. Noticing this makes me question, how did this trend affect my education and my views on how education should