It would be easy for me to say that I have learned a great deal in high school. In fact, I have attended such a quality institution of learning that it would be a mundane and ordinary post if I were to expand on my learning. I would simply end up listing the psychological, biological, grammatical, typographical, mathematical, historical, theological, and chakranomical (a word I just manufactured meaning related to the subject of chakras and yoga). And let's be honest- when my peers are doing precisely that, no one would want to read mine. And my posts are skimpy on comments as is.
So instead, I have taken a far cheesier route. I will be listing the teachers who taught me, and including the specific lesson that stuck. Yes, not all will be listed at this time. But do not fear. Before the year is up, I hope to personally acknowledge each and every teacher I have ever had at Judge (with the exception of those who no longer roam our halls). One thing I truly learned in high school was the thrill associated with standing out and breaking rules. I would like to take this post to exercise such fruits of my education.
To Peter Van Orden: You taught me the value of a good historical tangent, the power of a well groomed mustache, and the importance of staying up to date on what is happening in the world. I hope to defy the stereotypes you have of my generation and to be one of the former students you talk about in class.
To Timothy Soran: I cannot thank you enough for sharing the myths and legends of yourself and others. You are a storyteller unlike any other I have encountered. And although you may believe I was never paying attention, I still think about the characters of your tales.
To Howard Gravelle: Thank you for putting up with my classmates and I. Your job cannot be an easy one, and I thoroughly enjoyed Mayan handball.
To Jeanette Sawaya: Your class provided me with a sense of clarity and calm when I needed it most. Thank you for accepting me as a practicer of yoga, a dancer, and a frequent guest of your home.
To Kandie Brinkman: I have the fondest memories of first period sophomore year. Thank you for always welcoming comments and questions, and thank you for the cake you brought to one of our Thursday parties. You taught me the power of laughter.
Hopefully by this point, you, my few readers, can see where I plan to take my next few posts. So fear not teachers of Judge Memorial. Your name will soon be listed. Which means you will have no choice but to view my posts and perhaps maybe even make a comment.