Wednesday, July 11, 2018
The Way We Were Wednesday
Three of my high school teachers have died in the past few years. When I was in high school, I thought of them as older and so much more mature, the reality is a couple of them were just 4 or 5 five years older than I was. I was 18 my senior year of high school, a couple of my teachers that year were barely 22. They had finished high school a year younger than I did, went straight through college in 3 or 4 years. No wonder one of my high school teachers married a student the summer she graduated from high school (it was a scandal in small town America.)
Looking back at it, most my teachers were just kids. It was a rural school district, that didn't pay top dollar. It was a place that new graduates got there first teaching job - after a couple of years most of them found better paying jobs and moved on. Some of them stayed, they liked living in a rural area, in very small town America. A few saw teaching in a rural area as a mission, a calling. I recall one guy who taught for a couple of years. His family owned an international commercial construction company, he drove a Porsche. He was very idealistic that teaching in a rural area was his lifetime calling. If not for a fatal fall climbing in the Swiss Alps one summer he would likely have stayed - buoyed by a family trust fund.
The way we were was young, surrounded by very young teachers.
What do you remember about your teachers?