I agree that state-of-the-art schools are something to aim for, but your letter writer left out the most important part of the ideal classroom: The person who sits behind the desk in the front of the room ("Baltimore needs state-of-the-art schools to grow," June 23).
I was seven years old and had been in school for a year and a half when I was transferred from an expensive private boarding school to a public school in Baltimore City. I was left-handed, but nobody had ever heard of dyslexia.
I was considered stupid or stubborn because I could not read or write.
I can still remember the wonderfully pungent aroma of the old wooden floors in my new school, the friendly principal who smiled when I waved and said good morning — and I shall never forget Miss Nettie German, my new teacher.
We studied about the American Indians — and we became American Indians. We even built tepees. It was very exciting. Somehow Miss Nettie, from her experience, knew the secret, and I learned to read.
I spent the whole of the next summer going to the library every day. With the help of a good librarian, I started with nursery rhymes and worked my way up to
I could never afford to travel, but my books have taken me all over the world. Thanks, Miss Nettie. There is no substitute for a really good teacher.