I wanted to express my gratefulness to my teachers, that when I no longer carried the title of "Lady Jacket" you did not treat me any differently. I also wanted to share some "lessons" learned and favorite memories.
Mr. Leifeste. Your knowledge, your vast knowledge is inspiring. Your love of travel and adventure is contagious. Two words: Sky Diving. I learned to never stop learning. Favorite Memory - I attended Johanna's Christmas band concert and you conducted one song with a wig of dreadlocks, it was awesome. I also loved to watch the marching band choreography and be amazed at your creativity and vision.
Ms. Austin. Your happiness and zeal for life in the classroom, I just loved to bask in it. Your personality reminds me very much of my mom's. Since high school, my love for reading has grown and grown. I have learned to always have Great Expectations. Favorite Memory - sitting next to Jon Lofton our senior year.
Ms. Campbell. It is true your class might have been considered a "blow off" however there is one lesson I learned that I take with me everywhere. We were asked to make a pie crust. My assigned partner and I were taking turns reading ingredients and adding them in. He read 1tsp salt and promptly measured out one heaping tablespoon of salt and poured it in. I could see it happening in slow-motion as I watched in horror. He did not know what I knew; that tsp = teaspoon and tbsp = tablespoon. I learned that not everyone has my past experiences and it is wrong of me to assume they do.
Ms. Smith. Your love of the Arts was evident to all as you directed One Act and as you were the "voice" of the LHS band. I loved that we watched my favorite move, the Sound of Music, in class. Favorite Memory - Filming Channel 2 News (Dawson's Creek, lol, Ask Jeeves, An A on Ms. Parks paper... priceless). Also, whenever I watch the TV show Once Upon a Time, I am convinced that I came up with the story line since the play that I wrote in Theater 1, intertwined the stories of several fairy tale characters.
Ms. Thomas. You were such an energetic and fun teacher. Environmental Systems was an amazing class. I loved walking by our xeriscape and taking such pride in our plants and flowers. We covered so many different topics (weather, geology) I became fascinated in the world around me; in God's creation. I wanted to learn more and so Environmental Science became my minor in college.
Ms. Smarr. From dissecting pigs, to egg drop projects, and toothpick bridges, you had creative ways of making learning tangible. At the end of my junior year you gave your class a poem, The Dash, by Linda Ellis. I read it yearly and often remind myself "For it matters not, how much we own, the cars…the house…the cash. What matters is how we live and love and how we spend our dash."
Ms. Holland. They way you taught us to take notes I used all through college and still to this day. It proved to be invaluable. I loved in your classroom, the wooden painted American flag with the pledge of allegiance on it.
Ms. Rabb. You had a passion for teaching and made math fun. I developed this love and hope to someday be a math teacher. Favorite Memory - you were working on a puzzle and I could tell you really wanted to finish it alone. However you willingly included your class when you saw how excited we became as we worked alongside you to solve the number problems.
Ms. Whitecotton. You had a strict 'no laying your head on the desk' policy. Coming back to school following my brother's death one day in class I just could not sit up any longer. I laid my head down; you walked by and patted my shoulder. I learned that compassion is a higher policy and sometimes rules can be bended.
I can still hear each of you saying (or singing) things so clearly. "The weird foreign sheik neither seizes heights nor forfeits leisure." "x = -b + or - the square root, of b squared - 4ac, all over 2a." "Animals are raised; children are reared." "You have to do what you have to do, when you have to do it, whether you like it or not, so that you may be successful."
Thank you for taking the time to invest in the lives of so many.
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