More than just a memory...
When I was 16, I went to a biology summer school course. I didn’t have to. I passed biology the previous school year, I had as many credits as I was supposed to have. Hell, I wasn’t even enrolled in the class, yet there I was every morning at 8am. A lot of my friends were in it, all the guys that fucked off all year and probably wouldn’t make graduation regardless of summer school, but that’s not why I went. I was there because of the teacher.
Jennifer Peck was her name, just a student teacher at the time. I could try and define her for you, tell you how she commanded respect with fantastical intellect or inspired with striking beauty of both body and mind, but I would only be entertaining the false notion that her essence could be, in any small fraction or part, captured by these failing words.
I used to bring in things that I had written, small glimpses into the safety of my own dark little corner. After a short time she began showing me some of her own work, and soon we became friends. We would chat on the phone, exchange stories and experiences from our past, and just enjoy one and other for who and what we were. I remember one time Jennifer told me that all she wanted was to know that she was able to make a difference in someone’s life, even if it were just one, and she would be happy.
It’s been 13 years. I still remember. More so than you will ever know, you have made a difference.
Thank you
Jennifer Peck was her name, just a student teacher at the time. I could try and define her for you, tell you how she commanded respect with fantastical intellect or inspired with striking beauty of both body and mind, but I would only be entertaining the false notion that her essence could be, in any small fraction or part, captured by these failing words.
I used to bring in things that I had written, small glimpses into the safety of my own dark little corner. After a short time she began showing me some of her own work, and soon we became friends. We would chat on the phone, exchange stories and experiences from our past, and just enjoy one and other for who and what we were. I remember one time Jennifer told me that all she wanted was to know that she was able to make a difference in someone’s life, even if it were just one, and she would be happy.
It’s been 13 years. I still remember. More so than you will ever know, you have made a difference.
Thank you