Like the sun manages to find its way back to the same point near my Matney mountain each year, it should not be difficult to understand that high school students wish to also return to the point of their scholarly origins at the end of each school year. Stuff runs in cycles...
I was at Valle Crucis Elementary this afternoon shooting a certain home-grown congressional representative speaking with Mr. Miller's 5th grade class, when afterward, I ran into a gaggle of freshman girls showing off all their 9th grade maturity. End of Grade testing is over and the middle school teachers seemed vaguely amused by their reappearance at the old haunt.
I turned a corner and was surprised to run straight into my eldest daughter. Odd.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Oh, I was picking up my water bottle I left here after the race on Saturday. Plus, I wanted to see Mr. Ahn again," she said.
Mr. Ahn is perhaps the best teacher in the whole wide world. Period. Exclamation point.
In the past 5 years, any student returning to Valle Crucis is compelled to return and at least say hello to Mr. Ahn because he cares, and not in a fake "it's my job" kind of way. Sure, my daughters have other favorite teachers, but a favorite middle school teacher is a rare treasure. Having to work around the smell of sweaty pubescent boys is, by itself, worth an award.