To Whom it May Concern...

Dear Any Teacher Who Ever Had Me,

Boy I bet you're surprised to see me now. Married, a kid on the way, teaching middle schoolers and loving life. I bet you thought I'd probably never make much of myself after the way I acted in your class. I bet when I slammed paint balls inside your classroom set of books you wished I'd move to another town. I can only imagine that when I questioned the validity of your lessons that you wanted to throw me out the window. When I showed up to class with no shoes and a hat on you always heaved a sigh. When I peeled out and almost hit you in the parking lot you didn't know whether to scream in terror or anger. When I talked and talked... and talked some more regardless of what was happening in class I'm sure you were growing less and less fond of me, many of you even told me so. When I showed up late to class, when I did the wrong assignment and when I made funny cartoons about you, I know you got weary. When I sat in the back and talked on IM and you thought we were making fun of you, we were... everyday.... and you dealt with it. When I thought your class sucked and you overlooked it. When I came to you with a story about my family issues and you knew I was lying. When I said my printer was broke when it wasn't and my email was down and in reality I just forgot. When I looked you right in the eye and said, "No, I wasn't cheating", and you managed to forgive me, you dealt with it and went on. I know it made your job alot less fun. I made your job alot less fun. And for all these things you put up with... Thanks. You deserved more than what I was putting in and still you perservered and came to work everyday. Maybe you saw something that most people didn't. Maybe you saw that underneath it all I wasn't that bad of a kid. Maybe I almost made you quit and you just managed to stick it out until I was gone. Either way, when I come to class these days and one of my boys is sitting in the back of the class, talking, laughing it up, making it sound like he's ripping his papers up and chewing his pencils in half, I think of you. So thanks again, to all of you... for good or for bad, you are my inspiration.

Matt


After yesterday's post I've decided I'm going to start posting Things Overheard at WoRMS...
Today's entry comes from none other than our LeBron loving teenager of yesterday:
After a discussion of cardinal (North, South East, West) and Intermediate (Northwest, Southeast etc.) directions she asks, "So is there like an Eastwest?" I'm telling you folks, she ain't dumb... really!