So my first blog post is a melancholy one. After 43 years in the high school trenches, the world's best English teacher is retiring. His reputation as a tough educator frightened even the best of students-- and this man lived up to the hype. He exposed me to the classics, fostered my love of reading, introduced me to the brilliant J.D. Salinger and the whole wacky Glass family. He made me want to be a better writer. He certainly made me a better student. Thank God for educators who challenge us and force us to push our boundaries.
I went to "meet the teacher" night tonight. I felt such a strange mix of sadness and joy as I sat in my favorite teacher's classroom one last time. My son doesn't yet know his luck, but he is in the world's best English teacher's final class.
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