I couldn't sing (and still can't) but I was lucky enough to be considered "one of her kids" by Miss Pat. She simply walked into study hall, pointed at me, and said "You, I need a student assistant." That was all it took. I have so many wonderfult memories of Miss Pat, but the best thing she taught me was how to be a parent. When my daughter was young, just really learning to walk, we were visiting Miss Pat in her classroom and my daughter was banging on the piano and wiggling her butt to the rhythm. When I tried to take her away from the piano, Miss Pat stopped me. She told me then to love my child, protect her, but encourage her and give her her wings to find her own way and her own talents. Thank you, Miss Pat for giving me my wings as a parent....and for teaching me to give my daughter her wings.