Teddy Stoddard’s Favorite Teacher by John W. Schlatter

Jean Thompson stood in front of her fifth-grade class on the very first day of school in the fall and told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her pupils and said that she loved them all the same, that she would treat them all alike. And that was impossible because there in front o f her, slumped in his seat on the third row, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed he didn’t play well with the other children, that his clothes were unkempt and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy was unpleasant. It got to the point during the first few months that she would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X’s and then marking the F at the top of the paper biggest of all.

Because Teddy was a sullen little boy, no one else seemed to enjoy him, either. At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught she was required to review each child’s records and put Teddy’s off until last. When she opened his file, she was in f or a surprise.

His first-grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is a bright, inquisitive child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners … he is a joy to be around.

His second-grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is an excellent student well-liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle.”

His third-grade teacher wrote, “Teddy continues to work hard but his mother’s death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn’t show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren’t taken.

Teddy’s fourth-grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is withdrawn and doesn’t show much interest in school. He doesn’t have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class. He is tardy and could become a problem.

By now Mrs. Thompson realized the problem but Christmas was coming fast. It was all she could do, with the school play and all, until the day before the holidays began and she was suddenly forced to focus on Teddy Stoddard.

Her children brought her presents, all in beautiful ribbon and bright paper, except for Teddy’s, which was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper of a scissored grocery bag.

Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of cologne. She stifled the children’s laughter when she ex-claimed how pretty t he bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume behind the other wrist.

Teddy Stoddard stayed behind just long enough to say, “Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my mom, used to.” After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and speaking. Instead, she began to teach children.

Jean Thompson paid particular attention to one they all called “Teddy.” As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. On days there would be an important test, Mrs. Thompson would remember that cologne. By the end of the year he had become one of the smartest children in the class and … well, he had also become the “pet” of the teacher who had once vowed to love all of her children exactly the same.

A year later she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that of all the teachers held had in elementary school, she was his favorite.

Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still his favorite teacher of all time.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, held stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson she was still his favorite teacher.

Then, four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor’s degree. He decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still his favorite teacher but that now his name was a little longer. The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.

The story doesn’t end there. You see there was yet another letter that Spring. Teddy said held met this girl and was to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple o f years ago and he was wondering … well, if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the pew usually reserved for the mother of the groom. And guess what, she wore that bracelet, the on e with several rhinestones missing.

And I bet on that special day, Jean Thompson smelled just like … well, just like the way Teddy remembered his mother smelling on their last Christmas together.

THE MORAL: You never can tell what type of impact you may make on another’s life by your actions or lack of action. Consider this fact in your venture through life.


5 Replies to “Teddy Stoddard’s Favorite Teacher by John W. Schlatter”

  1. People are passing this story around by email.
    I almost deleted it and I am glad I didn’t.
    I am an RN at Methodist Hospital (NCC). I read this email at work on my break and cryed. I could not believe what a touching story this was. I am so glad I got to read it. I hope it is emailed for years to come, so people will learn the importance of treating children with love, kindness and respect. People do impact our lives, and what a difference the world would be if this happened to every child who protrayed this characteristic.
    Mia White

  2. i thought this was Three Letters from Teddy – fictional story by Elizabeth Ballard (ungar) published in 1976 by Home life Magazine?

  3. I loved the story, it brought tears to my eyes. I go to East tennessee state university majoring in early child hood, one of the biggest issues in my philosophy papers about teaching, is not to judge children for they are the innocent ones their apperance and background comes from home and we have to try to understand that and not make a difference in children, we also have to listen to children and find out what they rreally need

  4. Tears fell down my cheeks when I heard this story. As a teacher, it made me realized that I can make a difference in the lives of many especially my students. Somehow I was inspired to do extra mile of what is expected from me to my students. I became more concern to them by making follow ups with their parents, giving feedback on how they can improve in school. I have the video of this story and I’m passing it now to my student teachers. I wanted them to be inspired as well by Mrs. Thompson.


  5. I am also a teacher & there are tears in my eyes because I just finished reading the story.It tells us that each child is unique & a good teacher needs to understand a child without getting biased by any outward expression of a child. There can be many things which only a child can feel but may not comprehend.

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