About The Teacher

NAME: Ms. Trainor
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SCHOOL: Menands School

CLASS: 2nd Grade

SCHOOL PHONE: 465-4561 x153


About The Teacher

When you plan for a year, plant a seed. 
When you plan for a decade, plant a tree. 
When you plan for a century, educate a child. 
Chinese Saying

Hello everybody!  My name is Ms. Trainor.  This is my 15th year teaching at
Menands School. Before teaching at Menands, I taught for 2 years in a Multiage
Developmental 1st - 1st Grade class at Molly Stark Elementary in Bennington,
Vermont.  

I have a Bachelor degree in Psychology from Western New England College, a
Masters degree in Athletic Counseling from Springfield College, and a Masters
in Elementary Education from Syracuse University. 

Before beginning my teaching journey I worked for 1 year as an intern Althetic
Counselor at the University of Deleware and for 2 years as an Athletic
Counselor at Siena College.   

When I am not teaching I spend time with my son Mason, my husband Rob,
friends, family and my five cats
(Addie,  Boogie, Phatty, Pudge, and Ozzie)

Boogie was a stray cat that found her way into our house and our hearts.  She
is a special cat because she is disabled.  She has Cerebellar Hypoplasia which
means she is wobbly and uncoordinated with head tremors.  The head tremors are
evident when trying to focus on something (e.g. a bird). It often looks as
though her body goes the opposite of what she is telling it to do, or one part
goes in one direction while the other tries to head off elsewhere! She has
adapted to these challenges, but will always be clumsy.  Boogie had 4 kittens
and we kept 2 of the kittens.  They are so fun to watch.

I also enjoy the ocean, rollerblading, hiking, running, camping, baseball,
traveling, and reading.

Why I Teach

The Star Polisher  (Leah Becks)

I have a great job in the universe of occupations.
What do I do?
I’m a “star polisher”.
I have a very important job.
If you want to know how important
Just go out at night and look at the stars.
Twinkling and sparkling.
You see, I’m a teacher.
The stars are the children in my class.
My job is to take them in-
In whatever shape they’re in-
And shine and buff them and send them out to take
Their places as bright little twinkling beacons in the sky.
They come in my room in all shapes and sizes.
Sometimes they’re bent, tarnished, dirty, crinkly, and broken.
Some stars are cuddly, soft, and sweet.
Some stars are prickly and thorny.
I tell them that the world cannot do without them.
I tell them they can do anything they set their minds to do.
I tell them they can be the brightest, shiniest stars in the sky
and the world will be a better place because of them.
Each night as I look at the sky, I'm reminded of my very
important job and awesome responsibility.
I go and get my soft buffing cloth and my bottle of polish in preparation
for tomorrow and for my class of little stars.