
How can we possibly be at week 8?
Where has the time gone - almost the end of february and it doesn't seem a moment since Christmas.
I am loving what everyone has been creating. i do try and comment on as many things as possible, but I have to say I think i fail miserably.
I do go look, but can't always comment on all of them.
Prompt 8 is a very dear one to my heart and I hope that you enjoy it too.
There are a whole host of different ways that you could tackle this prompt but I went for a very serious way and I want to share the story.
When I was at school I had a particular teacher who infludenced my life - and is still an influence now. Her name was Mrs Dickinson (Edna) and the impact she had on my life was considerable.
I was part of a particularly naughty class. It was a very 'nice' all girls grammar school and we were the rebels. We were the class of 15 year olds that were hell to teach and we played up every teacher except her. She never shouted, she never got cross, we just respected her. When I went into the 6th form she was my form tutor for those 2 years and I calmed down and knuckled down to work. I remember the day the careers advisor refused to give me an UCCA form saying that as I would never get my A levels it was a waste of paper and a waste of her time and mine. I was refused the forms. I remember Mrs. Dickinson sending for me later that same day. She told me she had spoken to the careers advisor and I was mortified. I had called her some pretty choice words that nice young ladies shouldn't know and whilst I had no regrets about using them I was so ashamed that Mrs. Dickinson, who I respected so much, knew what I had done. Anyway, she hadn't sent for me to shout at me - she wanted to help.
Later that week she came round to my home to see my parents and I. She bought a load of prospectuses with her and together we picked the right university and the right course for me. she helped me apply and, of course, I was successful (and ..... so much for the careers teacher .... I got excellent A level results too!)

She was so right in the choice she helped me make for University. Towards the end of my degree course I decided I wanted to teach (no .... I was never one who knew she always wanted to teach) so I went on to do a PGCE. I modelled myself on Mrs. Dickinson (Edna) wanting to be the sort of inspirational teacher she had been. She came to my wedding, she was a referee for all three of my jobs (I am not sure if I am proud or ashamed that I have only had three and tend to stay in them for a long time!) and I still keep firmly in touch with her. I still hope that one day i can inspire pupils in the way she inspired me.
When I was making my page for this prompt I realised that, although I have told many people over the years about the effect she had on my life, I have never really told her. So i wrote it all down in a long letter and sent it off. We spoke a couple of days later ont he phone and I am so pleased I told her all I had thought over the past 35 years. And do you know what ..... if it hadn't have been for scrapping i guess I might never have told her how she shaped and influenced my life and the person i am today.

Well done for getting through all of that. I wanted to record it here but I guess you are all itching to get to the prompt.
My page is a photo of me sitting at the desk in my office. It seemed appropriate since i wouldn't be sat there if it were not for her.
I embossed the mount and distressed it with white chalk ink and the tag pulls out and gives the story i have outlined above.

This post is dedicated to my mentor ... a very special lady ..... Edna Dickinson
So - on to the prompt at last.
Please, can I remind everyone that the cost of the course is just a quick comment. I love knowing who is downloading and what you think.
Here is the file for prompt 8 - I hope you have fun