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destinations for which we are currently not charted — let me say that when I sat down to write this column I set out to write about teachers and the effects they have on their students. Opening day is at hand, you know.
Anybody worth the weight of their composition notebook knows the value of a good teacher. And teachers — committed teachers — know they will never earn the salary of a hustling saleman. Both facts are understood.
Still, good teachers, and we’ve all had at least one even for a brief moment, will offer each of us something we will keep forever.
A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops,” Henry Adams Brooks wrote in The Education of Henry Brooks.
That’s true, more so than we allow ourselves to sometimes admit.
And not every pleasant memory of our school days was the direct result of something the teacher did. Just looking away was often enough.
Some of the greatest memories of my youth are based near the classroom:
-Water bottle fights in chemistry.
-Dennis, in ninth grade English, using a spelling word in an example sentence, reciting, “deduct jumped over the defense ” and getting an “A” for his efforts.
-When my third grade teacher directed “the love birds to please fly apart,” a certain violation of my constitutional rights, had I known the first thing about the Constitution in the third grade.
-When Frank jumped from a secondstory ledge into the classroom dressed as SuperHero. Frank got into big trouble for providing that memory.
There are scores of others and none of them can be graded. There is no space available for such things on a report card. But they were great.
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