As I walked into my first day of school, I was scared and excited at the same time-just like most of the kids that walked through those doors for the first time. As the day went on, I  was still unsure about this whole school thing, that all changed when I saw her welcoming glimmering face, she was short and had red hair that looked like the leaves in Autumn. Mrs. Beaster was her name, and little did I know that she wouldn't just be my school counselor for the next eight years, but she would be one of my closest friends as well.
Mrs. Connie Beaster wasn't like any other teacher, obviously, she had this physique about her, something that just made the day better as soon as you saw her. She was the women that just made school bearable,  no matter how horrible your day or week has been, a simple chat with Mrs. Beaster would clear that right up like the sun shining through the storm clouds.  This kind, caring, loving lady had helped me through my toughest times, my dad deploying overseas, my parents getting a divorce, even helping me through my fifth grade year; which was one of the worst school years I had, having one of the worst teachers at Richmond. Yet Mrs. Beaster still found a way to make my day better, even when some mean kid stole my ball at recess.
She always found a way to make even some of the most boring things fun. For instance “The curse of the golden goat” I don't exactly remember what it meant (maybe had something to do with sharing) but I do know it stuck with me, just like everything else she did.
She wasn’t that kind of teacher that only certain people liked and then the others didn't, she was the teacher that everyone loved. Mrs. Beaster always made sure to put the kids first, no matter what grade they were in, when there was only a week left in school she made a game day. We would spend the whole day outside playing games like around the world, british bulldog, and big ball soccer, just so we could have a little break before tests.
She was always willing to help out, wherever it was needed, every year she would find a way to do a fundraiser to help out a charity organization, one year she had an idea of duct-taping two kids to a wall, you could buy a foot long piece of duct-tape for 1 dollar and you would use that piece to stick the kids to the wall, I bought ten pieces myself, and the kids stayed up there for an easy ten minutes. She had this way of making you laugh, even when all you want to do is cry. For Mrs.Beaster it was never an “I” or a “You” it was always a “We” and that just what she did, if you knew Mrs.Beaster you never went through anything alone, she was always there whether you liked it or not.
She wasn’t one of those teachers that had a pet in her room or dressed up funny to be the cool teacher, well maybe sometimes she did, but she was the teacher that cared for every student like they were her own and kids just liked her because that is just how much she cares. She always had a challenge for us that really made us work our brain, like trying to read braille, or walking a straight line with drunk goggles on. 
She was the teacher that made school enjoyable, everyday you knew you’d have a friend to talk to, no matter how busy she was or if she had problems of her own, she would help in anyway possible. Mrs.Beaster retired when I was in seventh grade, we threw a little farewell party for her and made sure she knew she was loved, appreciated and would be missed. She was a teacher, a counselor, and the best friend I could have ever asked for. I am now a junior in highschool, and still not a day goes by that I don't think of her, just like I did that first day of school with that welcoming, glimmering face, and her red Autumn like hair. You don't find too many teachers who can be a good teacher and also be your best friend, and I hope all students have a teacher like Mrs.Beaster, thank you so much Mrs.Beaster for everything you have done not just for me, but for everyones lives you touch.