Mrs. Krause Classroom by Carla McNeal

Mrs. Kraus fourth grade classroom was a lot like her. It was clean, neat and had an air of pure intelligence in it. When I first stepped into the classroom I did not no at the time that this was a special class, not until I went to lunch one day and some of the children started calling us zeeks, my feelings were hurt for I knew that I was not a zeek. I was in a foster home at the time and the authorities did not take the time to get my records from my other school and so a bunch of foster children in that community were put in this class.

Mrs. Krause wore very neat and tailored cut dresses, her hair was white and put up in an elegant style, her shoes were never over the top, yet perfect in very detail. She had expectations for us and treated you with dignity, something I did'nt have very much of at that time in my life. When she gave a spelling test it was done in a way that was challenging, fun. If you did well on your test she would give you a prize, my favorite was the chocolate malted whoppers . You better believe I got nothing but A's in that class.

Mrs. Krause was of German descent, when she sat in a chair her back never touched the back of it. She made me feel special, sort of like she cared what happened to me. She had to teach all our subjects too, we did not get to pass to classes like the other kids. Guess what? When the students of Mrs. Krause class moved on they became double and triple academics, they became independent with strength and knowledge no one could ever take away from them. Do in part to this most magnificent teacher I had ever met. Ms. Krause.