Betty Lou had such a profound impact on me as a student and while I can’t recall the exact moment this occurred, I can recall at least one instance. It must have been 10^th grade and we were studying “Macbeth” or “Hamlet” or one of the other Shakespeare tragedies. We had a very small class—seven or eight students. Well, Shakespeare just never came easily to me, and I can recall Betty Lou looking into my eyes after we spent a good part of the class trying to dissect one of the long soliloquies and saying, “You don’t understand this, do you Andrea?” I sheepishly said “no” and right then and there she promised to meet me after school for some one-on-one tutoring to help me get it. She may have viewed it as a way to keep the class moving but for me it was far more profound. It showed me that it was okay to be a little lost and confused and not to get things as quickly as my friends did because I had this wonderful teacher who was going to ensure I would be okay anyway. It helped me realize that teachers were more than just lecturers there to hand out grades—they were people who really cared about my learning experience. That was almost 35 years ago and I still remember it like it was yesterday.