Miss Henderson was my kindergarten teacher. Basically, she was this shape. And she was a Miss. She’s got flowers in her hand, a lantern for a head, a butterfly on her arm, and school bells for boobs. She was a beacon of knowledge.
I spent two years with Miss Henderson because I flunked kindergarten. I did not speak English when I entered kindergarten. (My grandparents raised me for my first five years and they just spoke Italian.) So I didn’t have a clue. But Miss Henderson was very nurturing and caring.
Posted October, 2017.