The following story has song titles by the Eagles embedded in it. If you'd like to play, see how many you can find. I'll put in answer in the comment section in a few days – Doug Bartlett
I was the new kid in town and I can't tell you why, but I did not have a peaceful, easy feeling when I enrolled at my new high School. Perhaps, part of it was I overheard kids referring to my creative writing teacher, Mrs. Radigan, as a witchy woman.
I considered all my past English classes as wasted time, but her class was different. She brought out the best in me and the best of my love for expressing myself in written form. Thanks to her I was developing a talent I never realized I had.
You see, I could not take it easy in this class. It was the last resort. I would take it to the limit and give it everything I had. In a way I had nothing to lose, yet in a way I had everything to lose. I went out for sports but failed miserably. I then tried out for the band and choir which resulted in an even worse experience.
I doubt if Mrs. Radigan had the same feelings for me as I had for her. Was this just a sophomoric crush? If so, what would life be like after the thrill is gone?
Since I‘ve met Mrs. Radigan, life’s been good. I then realized this was not a crush, but I had become a victim of love, not some kind of superficial or tawdry love, but an unadulterated, respectful kind of love. She meant more to me than anything. My parents had created me but she had recreated me into an individual that now found purpose in this life.
Summer vacation was fast approaching and it became the longest summer break as I was so anxious to return to her class and pick up where we left off.
I was surprised when I went into her classroom so excited, only to see a substitute teacher standing at the front of the class.
“I am sorry to have to tell you this, but your teacher, Mrs. Radigan, was in an automobile accident three days ago and, unfortunately, did not survive.”
I thought she would be around forever, but now she’s already gone.
Will I ever try and love again?
I just don’t know.
I considered all my past English classes as wasted time, but her class was different. She brought out the best in me and the best of my love for expressing myself in written form. Thanks to her I was developing a talent I never realized I had.
You see, I could not take it easy in this class. It was the last resort. I would take it to the limit and give it everything I had. In a way I had nothing to lose, yet in a way I had everything to lose. I went out for sports but failed miserably. I then tried out for the band and choir which resulted in an even worse experience.
I doubt if Mrs. Radigan had the same feelings for me as I had for her. Was this just a sophomoric crush? If so, what would life be like after the thrill is gone?
Since I‘ve met Mrs. Radigan, life’s been good. I then realized this was not a crush, but I had become a victim of love, not some kind of superficial or tawdry love, but an unadulterated, respectful kind of love. She meant more to me than anything. My parents had created me but she had recreated me into an individual that now found purpose in this life.
Summer vacation was fast approaching and it became the longest summer break as I was so anxious to return to her class and pick up where we left off.
I was surprised when I went into her classroom so excited, only to see a substitute teacher standing at the front of the class.
“I am sorry to have to tell you this, but your teacher, Mrs. Radigan, was in an automobile accident three days ago and, unfortunately, did not survive.”
I thought she would be around forever, but now she’s already gone.
Will I ever try and love again?
I just don’t know.
And, from the editor, to get you started...
| Jim Bartlett said that there are problems with The Eagles & YouTube in the US, so he kindly provided something else. Enjoy! |
