Saturday, July 02, 2011
What a Nice Meme That Would Make
I didn't have the happiest of times at school, and I'm sure I'm not alone in that. But in amongst the rubbishness I had a handful of utterly brilliant teachers. People who got me excited about learning and, in a couple of cases, introduced me to writing. I can honestly say that without them I wouldn't have had the confidence or have been inspired to try my hand at writing. That's a pretty big deal. So, as a thank you, I've always sent the good ones copies of my books.
I received a letter from one of them a few weeks ago saying that he was retiring in July. That's going to be a big loss to that school. This is the person who got me excited about subordinate clauses. This is the person who showed me that poetry was something I could understand. This is the person who assured me that it was fine that I didn't get 'Lord of the Flies' when I first read it for a project when I was (I think) thirteen. This is the person (well, one of them) who stood up for me when he didn't have to. He made a difference. AND he got me excited about literature.
As I've said, he's retiring at the end of this term. Yesterday, I wrote him a short letter, just saying thanks and explaining to him why I'm thankful. I thought it was a good thing for a person to do. So I did it. And it looks like I've done it here too.
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And here's me from around that time. Bet I'm not all that difficult to spot.
I received a letter from one of them a few weeks ago saying that he was retiring in July. That's going to be a big loss to that school. This is the person who got me excited about subordinate clauses. This is the person who showed me that poetry was something I could understand. This is the person who assured me that it was fine that I didn't get 'Lord of the Flies' when I first read it for a project when I was (I think) thirteen. This is the person (well, one of them) who stood up for me when he didn't have to. He made a difference. AND he got me excited about literature.
As I've said, he's retiring at the end of this term. Yesterday, I wrote him a short letter, just saying thanks and explaining to him why I'm thankful. I thought it was a good thing for a person to do. So I did it. And it looks like I've done it here too.
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And here's me from around that time. Bet I'm not all that difficult to spot.
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6 comments:
Brilliant post, made me think of all the teachers (well the few of them) who made a difference to my life. Unfortunately I found out one of them is a Freemason recently which really ruined my image of him but despite this he was still a fantastic teacher I guess!
Thought-provoking post. We should say thank you more often than perhaps we do.
The teacher who inspired me, Mr. Atlee, died a few years ago. He had us read Canterbury Tales in Middle English version and I loved it. He also gave me much encouragement.
Of course, I spotted you in photo right away. You still have that wonderful boyish look :)
Thanks, Beth! I know that feeling...!
Hi Kate - thank you. And timely too - I was recommending your books to someone last night!
Thanks Marisa. Oh yes, I did that much later when I was at college, and it was great. Bravo for him!
I'm not as boyish as I was. More just fat now!
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