“To a scholar and a lady” – that’s what Mr. Harris wrote in my yearbook the last day of school. He was my favorite teacher of all time. He was a Christian man who taught English to our 8th grade at Hebrew Academy. I thanked him for the compliment and shyly walked out.
Turning around I saw Ruby and Lena kissing him on his cheek. I wished I had the nerve to do so.
We did sentence diagrams, but mostly we learned to love literature, especially, poetry. Mr. Harris loved the poem I chose to recite and discuss. My motivation skyrocketed.
Turning around I saw Ruby and Lena kissing him on his cheek. I wished I had the nerve to do so.
We did sentence diagrams, but mostly we learned to love literature, especially, poetry. Mr. Harris loved the poem I chose to recite and discuss. My motivation skyrocketed.
