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In response to Miranda
Hope’s question posed to
me recently, I have thought long and hard about what she has asked me, and it is not an easy question to answer; but here it goes.
First, a little back ground: Miranda was my drama teacher way back when in my senior year a,t Rappahannock County High School. She and I didn’t really have the best student/teacher relationship, and that was totally my fault.
I was th&t kid who was the class buffoon. I constantly disrupted class, goofed off, talked back, was disrespectful, was crass and stupid, and made her life as difficult as possible. And for that I must apologize. I didn’t give a damn about drama or really anything else for that matter, and was unmotivated and unwilling to try to learn.
She was a saint to have put up with me in my actions and never gave up on me no matter what I put her through. She was a great teacher, a strong woman, and tireless and incorrigible in her attempts to get through to me. Looking back now I wish that I could do it all again, and have another chance to show her that I am not the person I once was.
Miranda has asked me what the 23-year-old me would say to the 16-year-old me, knowing what I know now, about how to motivate and galvanize the minds of the youth in today’s high school atmosphere.
For the students: I was where you are; I sat in the same seat that you are sitting in, daydreaming of life outside the white washed walls of Rappahannock High, a life free of rules and boundaries and hall passes
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