I'm loving this blogging thing.
But sometimes, I get the feeling I'm writing for like two people - myself and the unfortunate person who accidentally stumbles across this site during some random Internet search.
I find it's important to document moments in my life so I have something to look back on when the memories fade.
So here goes:
I went back to my Brooklyn high school last Monday, the first time in more than 10 years. I'd been corresponding with my 10th grade English teacher Mr. Milkman and decided it would be a treat to see him again.
So during my recent vacation to New York, I stopped in to say hello.
In the time I'd been gone, a fancy science wing had been added and the library relocated.
But most everything else was the same.
The building smelled the same.
The teachers looked the same.
The memories came rushing back:
- writing for my high school newspaper, Argus.
- teachers who fed my hunger for learning, like physics teacher Mr. Langan. I disliked science but with him, physics made sense ... and I actually enjoyed it.
- the gym class that gave me my first taste and eventual love of weight-lifting (I once challenged a boy to a sit-ups competition. I won with 832 in one sitting. Couldn't laugh for days but the victory was sweet.)
I got goosebumps as I walked the halls.
Then there was Mr. Milkman - my favorite teacher - who welcomed me last week with a bear hug.
Books sprang to life in his class. I think it's imperative that we let the people who have touched our lives know they've done so. It was nice to tell him.
Ok, so it was more than 10 years later. But hey, better late than never, right?
As we chatted, I heard someone say my name. I turned around and there was another English teacher Ms. Pumelia.
I never had her in class but I hung out often in her office with a friend of mine, Cathy. (One of the marks of a great teacher is when they take interest in all kids in the building - their students or not.)
"One second," she said and scurried out of the room.
She returned with a framed picture of me, Cathy and her - taken on the last day of senior year.
It had been displayed in her office all these years.
I spoke with a few other teachers and then left them to finish grading English Regents exams.
<---- But not before a picture with Mr. Milkman and Ms. Pumelia.
More hugs and then it was time to go.
So, here's a question for you: ever think about the folks in your life who have made it extraordinary? Or maybe someone who said something that changed the way you see everything? Have you told them?
I know it sounds a little hokey but try it.
It's sure to make their day. Might make yours, too.