I am going off the legal radar with this post. I think many legal blogs focus on talking
about successes of the law firm and educating potential clients about possible
legal solutions. As I said when I began
this blog, this blog will not ONLY be about the legal side of things. With the start of school, I think that most
students are less than happy. However, I
hope you share this post with a student that you care about. Hopefully, it will teach them to look for the
small things.
The Fall of 1994. The
first day of school for Carrollton High School.
I was dressed in my newest Abercrombie & Fitch duds. Notably, I was rocking a braided leather belt
that was a prerequisite to coolness during those times. I just left first period U.S. History and was
on my way to American Literature.
The teacher was Mrs. Hay. She was a “veteran” having taught both of my parents in high school. I sat down in my usual classroom location, which was all the way in the back left corner. Halfway through that first day of American Literature it was apparent that Mrs. Hay and I would not have a rosy relationship. For the entire first semester of that year, I spent many second periods out in the hallway doing my work or in the assistant principal’s office explaining the craziness-level of that woman. Of course, I always ended up on the right side of things due to my superior B.S. skills.
A model student…..I was not.
However, looking back on teachers such as Mrs. Hay, I cannot help but be
appreciative to them. You see, Mrs. Hay
hated to be questioned. Naturally, every
time she did something that I thought was ineffective, I would question why in
the world we had to perform such a task.
I wanted a reason. She did not
want to give such a reason. Rather, she
would just explode and send me out of the classroom.
I had other teachers during high school that had a profound
effect on my life. To Coach Chad Lyons,
I still want to trip you in the hallway if I ever see you again, but thank you
for teaching me that I did not always have the right answer. To Coach Bill Garrett, thanks for letting me teach you Algebra II. To Mrs. Faye Williams, thank you for
requiring me to get a parental signature on every sheet of paper that was
graded. This taught me to take
responsibility for my own actions. To
Mrs. Jackie Gingrich, thank you for proving to me that trading geometry exams
with a fellow classmate (ahem, who is also now an attorney) does not always
mean a better grade. Lastly, thank you
to Mrs. Frances Norton for lighting a fire under my butt in 12th
grade. I still recall you telling me how
much potential that I had.
These are all true stories.
If proof is required, that assistant principal that I spoke of in the
third paragraph…….he is my step-father.
He will be more than happy to substantiate these stories and MANY more throughout
my esteemed tenure. Keep your heads high
students. It is a great adventure for
which you will not see the benefits for many years to come.
PS To those teachers that I did not mention……I probably
couldn’t tell the story PG rated (ahem Senor Burson).