School was rarely fun. I would wake up every morning only to realize I would have eight hours of school I’d have to zombie through. I would muster up some energy for math; but once I got there, it caused me to seize with boredom. Science was the same because I didn’t care, nor did I want to care. Social Studies and English were just classes where I would sit in the back and zone out for an hour or two...that is until sixth grade.
Mrs. Pizzo was our Social Studies teacher that year. On the first day, we walked into her class unaware of the enthusiasm that was about to come our way.
“WELCOME! WELCOME! WELCOME!” she screamed.
I looked over to see a young, teenage looking, lady sitting in the front chanting at us. She was new to our school, so I wasn’t expecting this type of enthusiasm on the first day of school. It was an amusing way to make school more cheerful. 
Every day was different. Whether we were learning about Greek Gods, the history of the United States, or even lego robots, Mrs. Pizzo found a way to make it fun for us. After we learned about Greek Gods, my friends and I really got into Greek Gods. As a matter of fact, she actually got us to read books about Ancient Greece even though we all hated reading! Mrs. Pizzo trusted our class. She cared about our problems and listened to them. Everyday my friends and I would come to her class after school, and Mrs. Pizzo and us would have normal conversations. It was like she was more of a friend then a teacher. Even years after we had Mrs. Pizzo as a teacher, we would still go and talk to her. My friends and I visited her this year (six years after her class) and she still remembered us and greeted us with a friendly “HEY GUYS!”
Many teachers like to keep their private life separate from school, but not Mrs. Pizzo. She would tell ask us every Monday how our weekend went; and if no one said anything, she would tell us how her weekend went. It would help us become comfortable and then we would want to share how our lives were going. She had stories about her boyfriend (now her husband) Mr. Pizzo, which created a safe environment knowing that we can talk about anything. She was also a dance teacher and very young so she could relate to our “problems.”
Mrs. Pizzo was and will forever be my favorite teacher. She allowed us to be kids while still teaching us like we were adults. She made an ordinary subject seem extraordinary. She was kind, joyous, and enthusiastic. She was everything you want in a teacher, and I’m just glad that Mrs. Pizzo happened to be my teacher.