My 3 boys and I

September 22, 2007

Encylopedia of Me T is for . . .

Filed under: Encylopedia of Me — by my3boysandi @ 7:14 am


I always wanted to be a teacher. When I was a girl I use to come home from school and line all my dolls and teddies up in a row and teach them. I thought my dream of teaching was gone when I left school. I left school when I was 16 and a half I was sick of it. I wanted to work full-time at a a plant nursery where I had worked for several years part time. Foolishly I wanted to do this because I had a crush on a guy whom worked there.

Later I was to realize that my dreams werent gone and that in fact God had prompted me over the years to collect childrens teaching resources. I used these when I home schooled my daughter for 2.5 years and still have them for when I do teach.

I also believe God had His hand on me when I applied for and attended uni. I was prompted to apply though a dear friend I had at the time. She believed in me. I also won a scholarship which paid for some of the student fees. He also was there when I was at uni and I use to pray to Him as I handed my assignments in. I did well at uni. Thank you Lord.

When I was about 10 I had my most favorite teacher at school. She was a student teacher and only did one year at my school. She had beautiful long brown curly hair and a great smile. I think she encouraged me. She was friendly. She liked Fleetwood Mac and gave me some posters of them when she left. They had been in her storage cupboard in our classroom.

I dont know what ever happened to her 😦 Her name was Ms Peta Kingstone

Id love to meet her one day.


When I was 17 I travelled around the South Island of New Zealand with the youth division of St Johns Ambulance Cadets I belonged to. The tour was 2 weeks long. It was great.

As a girl my family and I went most places in the North Island for holidays.

However I have never traveled overseas.

Maybe one day when Im rich and famous I will come and visit you in America.


When I was a girl I had my tonsils out. This was after several years of being very sickly. I remember one photo of me that was taken in that time. We were at a family reunion and I was sort of sit to the side of everyone else and gazing into space. I was kinda in a dream world of my own. We had an old doctor who didnt want to do the op.

Finally a new young doctor with a family of his own moved into the neighbourhood. He was from Thailand and within months of first seeing him I was in hospital getting the op done.

I remember 3 things from that time in hospital and just before hand.

My parents gave me a book all about what was going to happen. However I think it too literately. Things didnt turn out exactly as they had in my beloved book.

The morning after the op the hospital gave me cornflakes for breakfast. I couldnt eat them. When my parents came I ran away and hid. I think I was going to have to eat those hard cornflakes. I might have felt betrayed while the little girl in the book had got icecream and jelly all I had was cornflakes. I dont remember why I hid but my parents found me. They were shocked that I was expected to eat cornflakes and took me home where I got my icecream and jelly 🙂



  1. I envy your travels and you always make me feel so warm inside with your wonderful thankfulness and outlook on life. You rock!

    Comment by Dariana — September 22, 2007 @ 10:45 am |Reply

  2. I envy your travels and you always make me feel so warm inside with your wonderful thankfulness and outlook on life. You rock!

    Comment by Dariana — September 22, 2007 @ 10:46 am |Reply

  3. i always wanted to be a teacher too.
    and i loved it in the classroom.
    i like it even more are home 🙂

    Comment by kate5kiwis — September 22, 2007 @ 12:28 pm |Reply

  4. ummmm *at* home 😛

    Comment by kate5kiwis — September 22, 2007 @ 12:29 pm |Reply

  5. You make me smile my friend.

    Comment by Denise — September 22, 2007 @ 1:08 pm |Reply

  6. thank you so much for the kind words regarding my website. i appreciate them more than you’ll ever know! be sure to stop by again!!!

    Comment by she — September 22, 2007 @ 5:38 pm |Reply

  7. Being a teacher is totally amazing. It takes you to all sorts of emotional places!

    Comment by Don't Eat My Buchela! — September 23, 2007 @ 1:49 am |Reply

  8. ohhhhhhhh thank you Dari 🙂

    u too my dear friend Denise 🙂

    I will she 🙂 huga

    hey thanks for visiting Dont Eat My Buchela 🙂

    And Kate you can have a 🙂 too just cause your lovely 🙂

    Comment by my3boysandi — September 23, 2007 @ 6:29 am |Reply

  9. Once upon a time, my ambition was to become a teacher too. I also remember wanting to be a doctor… You’re a great person!

    Comment by Alice Teh — September 23, 2007 @ 3:31 pm |Reply

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