#4, Mrs. Frost.

Mrs. Frost was my adorable kindergarten teacher. She was ancient, and spoke so quietly that once she asked me to do something and i didn't understand (hear) her, but i was such a shy kid that i was afraid to ask her to repeat herself. I went off and picked up some random object, and brought it back to her. She was so sweet about it, but i remember a puzzled look in her eyes as i walked away. She wore glasses and had a pile of soft, white, wavy hair stacked on top of her head. i couldn't have asked for a kinder, gentler introduction to public school life. She always felt like the grandmother i never really had.