One of the greatest teachers I have ever encountered in my life has been none other than Betsy Diaz. Through her years of wisdom teaching and acquiring experience in D.C. through Teach for America, it has always been quite obvious to me how much she cares about each and every one of her students. Her story has inspired me to always strive to my personal best in the classroom as well. In addition to teaching, she, like myself, is very family-oriented, which motivated her move back to California.
We had quite an eye-opening experience together our first year at Rise, witnessing firsthand all the ridiculousness that came with being in a charter (and the tedious expectations and poor communication style from our grade level chair at the time). Though we both got through it, I thoroughly enjoyed visiting her room each and every morning, mostly for the purposes of venting. Without her I surely would not have survived that year, and she was a sufficient support system for the most part. I have always been envious of her effective classroom management. Teaching the same kids in 8th grade, she had much less difficulty with them than I did. At the same time, she shows kids that she is loved by treating them in very much the same way as if they were her own. Kids respect her, and I’ve never heard kids complain about her really as they do of other teachers.
I remember our Bright Star Schools picture at Griffith Park our freshman year. Together, we helped to create a star. And even though sometimes Bright Star Schools isn’t so bright, I’m hoping the friendship we have created is.
Through all the useless PD’s, and all the unnecessary tasks dictated of us, we have made it through, and have become better as a result. And even though we drifted apart last year because of the fact that we were in different grade levels, I will still always be grateful to have those positive memories with her.
Here’s to hoping she remains an amazing teacher, a brilliant mentor, an awesome daughter, and an amazing friend. She will be angelic no matter where she goes, shining her Bright Star everywhere.
Thanks. for. nothing. And hopefully we can go again to the Conga Room soon.
