My name is Shelby Enright. I am a junior elementary education major at University of Missouri-Columbia. I enjoy working with kids more than anything. I want to be an influential teacher that makes a difference in a student's life. This past summer I went to Ghana and taught students at a special needs school. This has had one of the greatest influences on me as a teacher and as a person in general. I look forward to carrying this passion throughout my teaching career and in to my students' lives. I want to make a difference in the world and I think I can do this through teaching.
“Where I’m From”
I am from bedtime stories on Junie B. Jones and wanting to never ever try a “yucky blucky fruitcake” as a result, from mac-n-cheese on Thursday nights after piano lessons and the required carrots that came with each mac-n-cheese bite.
I am from the Christmas lights on the Plaza and a full house in a neighborhood full of woods to explore and claim as my own.
I am from the magnolia trees, the broad, cream-colored petals where I pushed them aside to hide by the trunk.
I’m from family reunions in Georgia every June and scaling an old fire truck to “hide from the bees,” from Ruth Cox and Donald Hedden.
I’m from the family board game nights of Mizzouopoly where my mom was the most competitive and watching Disney classics. From the “always say please and thank you and yes ma’am or no sir” and “I love you to the moon and back.”
I’m from the United Methodist background and the largest Methodist church where candlelight Christmas Eve service lights up the night.
I’m from a lack of knowledge of my family ancestry, but probably from England and Ireland, from my mom’s blackberry pie on Christmas and Thanksgiving and my grandma’s chocolate chip pancakes where she starts the offering off at five pancakes.
From the snow days when my siblings and I would sit my mom down and play restaurant. To the time when 8-year-old Robby brought a toy gun on his carry-on bag and my dad had to take the fall.
The photo albums my mom has stopped making since child number five, all tucked away in her bedroom cabinets and the slow process of acquiring senior photos to hang on the wall, to the first all-family photo this past fall since 2001.
“Where I’m From”
I am from bedtime stories on Junie B. Jones and wanting to never ever try a “yucky blucky fruitcake” as a result, from mac-n-cheese on Thursday nights after piano lessons and the required carrots that came with each mac-n-cheese bite.
I am from the Christmas lights on the Plaza and a full house in a neighborhood full of woods to explore and claim as my own.
I am from the magnolia trees, the broad, cream-colored petals where I pushed them aside to hide by the trunk.
I’m from family reunions in Georgia every June and scaling an old fire truck to “hide from the bees,” from Ruth Cox and Donald Hedden.
I’m from the family board game nights of Mizzouopoly where my mom was the most competitive and watching Disney classics. From the “always say please and thank you and yes ma’am or no sir” and “I love you to the moon and back.”
I’m from the United Methodist background and the largest Methodist church where candlelight Christmas Eve service lights up the night.
I’m from a lack of knowledge of my family ancestry, but probably from England and Ireland, from my mom’s blackberry pie on Christmas and Thanksgiving and my grandma’s chocolate chip pancakes where she starts the offering off at five pancakes.
From the snow days when my siblings and I would sit my mom down and play restaurant. To the time when 8-year-old Robby brought a toy gun on his carry-on bag and my dad had to take the fall.
The photo albums my mom has stopped making since child number five, all tucked away in her bedroom cabinets and the slow process of acquiring senior photos to hang on the wall, to the first all-family photo this past fall since 2001.