I was waiting impatiently for weeks. Finally, the day came where I was going to find out who my 4th grade teacher was. After I ripped open the rough letter that I could tell was being tossed around a lot, I was informed that I had Mrs. Christoforou.
“What? No fair, I have the new teacher who is probably a grumpy old lady. Ugh!” I shouted and I clenched my fists together. If only I knew this was going to be the best teacher I ever had.
Time passed and it was already the start of the school year. When I strolled into the cool, air-conditioned classroom with my friends, Mrs. Christoforou had the biggest smile on her face with her pearly whites showing. I was completely wrong. Mrs. Christoforou was a young, joyful teacher. The classroom was filled with the smell of cardboard from the teacher’s boxes, but the only thing she had unpacked was positive posters that were hanging around the room.
As the school year carried on, Mrs. Christoforou made sure we were walking into the classroom with a smile on our face and a good attitude. On the first day of MAP Testing, I walked into the room and I heard a song playing softly. As I stepped further into the classroom, the music got louder and the name of the song clicked in my head. It was the song Happy by Pharrell Williams. Mrs. Christoforou was spinning in circles and grabbing student’s hands and dancing with them. The sound of laughter from everyone in the room rang in my ears. I already knew it was going to be another great day, just like all the other days in 4th grade. Sometimes, it was easy going to school in a bad mood, but I could always count on Mrs. Christoforou cheering me up. I would leave school every day with a smile on my face and so did everyone else in my class. She had taught me that everyday was a day to smile about no matter what happens and to stay positive.
It was a humid day in South Carolina. We had just finished mini golf and we were sweating like crazy. Since we were on vacation we had a family friend pick up our mail. She texted my mom that our class forms were in and she opened them. My family and I got into the car when my mom got the text. I had gotten Mrs. Christoforou; to be honest, I was a little devastated. My face went from a smile to a frown. I really wanted any other fourth grade teacher. “Dang it,” I said under my breath, but little did I know this was going to be the best year of my life.
It was the first day of school; I had to hide my frown under a smile. When I got to school I saw two of my friends in my class. I sighed in relief. When I walked in the cool, air conditioned classroom I saw my new room. The were desks in the middle, a perfectly white whiteboard, and my new teacher was standing at her clean, organized desk. My eyes darted around the classroom, trying to see who else was in my class, when I noticed all the positive posters scattered around the room. I remember seeing her big smile. As the year went along I learned to love Mrs. Christoforou. Everyday would be so much fun with her, even on test days. I remembered as I was walking to the classroom one day, I heard a song playing from inside the room. I stepped into the classroom, and I had heard “Happy” by Pharrell Williams. It brought a big smile to my face. She used to put it on during the morning to brighten us up for MAP testing. She also had a smile on her face no matter what day it was. Everyday she brought happiness and joy to everybody. Mrs. Christoforou was by far my favorite teacher and taught everyone who stepped into her classroom to be positive no matter what.