tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506796942090699323.post6058330533695321267..comments2023-08-03T05:39:32.659-07:00Comments on Continuing Education: Mrs. Hendrix, Mme. Ver and value-added.Linda Perlsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12168087111621977024noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506796942090699323.post-89498389640309430262010-05-10T07:06:10.321-07:002010-05-10T07:06:10.321-07:00I read the Mrs. Hendrix piece on Saturday and did ...I read the Mrs. Hendrix piece on Saturday and did indeed cry a little. As a "gifted kid" myself, I remembered my favorite GT teacher (our program was called STEP - Special Talent Enrichment Program), Mrs. Baker. She taught us orienteering and took us to several orienteering races. She coached us all the way to state finals in Odyssey of the Mind competition. She let us use markers to turn the boring ceiling panels of the classroom into tesselated masterpieces in the style of MC Escher. <br><br>I only saw Mrs. Baker three times a week in 7th grade. I don't think that the English teacher - whose name I can't recall - or the math teacher, who convinced me that I was going to be terrible at algebra, contributed nearly as much "value" to my education as Mrs. Baker. But how do you measure the cultivation of imagination and a desire to learn?Jessicanoreply@blogger.com