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so, i've been here two weeks. i love it. love it! but i don't want to write about it, it'd take forever.
it's weird, right now, these past couple of days, i've had an insatiable urge to thank the teachers in my life who got me to where i am. but not the teachers, the people (although these people are teachers). my mind isn't equitable in how it figures out who gets thanked. in fact, mostly ineffective teachers have been the target of my thinking.
i just googled nadine gordon to try to track her down to thank her. for what? for putting us through hell. we came out the better for it. kaleigh - ms. gordon's target and the class' tortured soul - ended up getting a 5 on her AP, as did a score of others in C period (it took me a while to figure what period we were). we all got into great colleges, the ones we're supposed to be at (at which we're supposed to be). in the long-term, what did take away from us? little to nothing. what did she give us?
this is where the word "character" comes in.
mrs. kudym. she was out of her damn mind, and i'll never take a french class again. the knowledge she shared with me is now completely unusable.
but i really want to thank her. she tried so hard. it was almost painful to watch when she dressed up as her "hilbilly sister from tenessee" to trick us on halloween and only got quizzical stares from students. and who can forget warwick, who is straight out of a mental institution. her passion for a completely dry and irrelevant (to us) subject matter was inspiring. it's too bad that couldn't've made the class any better.
my old bus driver, mrs. salanno. she brought travis tyler and me to the assistant principal in third grade for "roughhousing". the roughhousing was a high-5, but i digress. i saw her during july at market basket, but it was not the sun-glassed maniac i remembered from long ago, she looked somehow worn.
she has cancer. and looking into her hopeless eyes, she doesn't have very long.
what do i mean by this? i have no clue, i'm trying to work it out in MY head first. but anyways, teachers are not just teachers in your life. coaches not just coaches, friends not jsut friends, coworkers not just coworkers. these superficial and overly-simple categories rob us of opportunities to share our entire range of gifts with people we're around every day. when around teachers and students, shuold we only display our scholastic talents? of course not. the result would be tragic. just keep an eye out and think long and hard, because when you fly the coop, you don't know who exactly will be in your rear-view mirror, reminding you of from whence you came.
anyways, i'm coming home this weekend, i'll be at the newburyport game. i'm excited to see everyone again, and i am homesick (which is a good thing, it means i love being at home, which i do). good luck with auditions for the play this week! peace.
it's weird, right now, these past couple of days, i've had an insatiable urge to thank the teachers in my life who got me to where i am. but not the teachers, the people (although these people are teachers). my mind isn't equitable in how it figures out who gets thanked. in fact, mostly ineffective teachers have been the target of my thinking.
i just googled nadine gordon to try to track her down to thank her. for what? for putting us through hell. we came out the better for it. kaleigh - ms. gordon's target and the class' tortured soul - ended up getting a 5 on her AP, as did a score of others in C period (it took me a while to figure what period we were). we all got into great colleges, the ones we're supposed to be at (at which we're supposed to be). in the long-term, what did take away from us? little to nothing. what did she give us?
this is where the word "character" comes in.
mrs. kudym. she was out of her damn mind, and i'll never take a french class again. the knowledge she shared with me is now completely unusable.
but i really want to thank her. she tried so hard. it was almost painful to watch when she dressed up as her "hilbilly sister from tenessee" to trick us on halloween and only got quizzical stares from students. and who can forget warwick, who is straight out of a mental institution. her passion for a completely dry and irrelevant (to us) subject matter was inspiring. it's too bad that couldn't've made the class any better.
my old bus driver, mrs. salanno. she brought travis tyler and me to the assistant principal in third grade for "roughhousing". the roughhousing was a high-5, but i digress. i saw her during july at market basket, but it was not the sun-glassed maniac i remembered from long ago, she looked somehow worn.
she has cancer. and looking into her hopeless eyes, she doesn't have very long.
what do i mean by this? i have no clue, i'm trying to work it out in MY head first. but anyways, teachers are not just teachers in your life. coaches not just coaches, friends not jsut friends, coworkers not just coworkers. these superficial and overly-simple categories rob us of opportunities to share our entire range of gifts with people we're around every day. when around teachers and students, shuold we only display our scholastic talents? of course not. the result would be tragic. just keep an eye out and think long and hard, because when you fly the coop, you don't know who exactly will be in your rear-view mirror, reminding you of from whence you came.
anyways, i'm coming home this weekend, i'll be at the newburyport game. i'm excited to see everyone again, and i am homesick (which is a good thing, it means i love being at home, which i do). good luck with auditions for the play this week! peace.