After spending thirteen years in grade school and high school and for many another four to six years in college there are many teachers that come in and out of our lives. The common goal for most of these teachers is to instill the knowledge of that year’s curriculum into our young minds.
There are however a few that slip past our sponge-like brains right into our hearts. For those teachers, I want to say thank you! Thank you for caring enough to leave an impression that lasts a lifetime. Thank you, Teresa, for sharing your heartfelt message to Mr. Rupp.
“Dear Mr. Rupp,
The day I met you was the first day of high school. I walked into your class with a t-shirt that said, “supermodels suck,” and you were rocking a ponytail and had your Harley parked next to your desk. We liked each other immediately. You gave me a lot of advice over the next four years, like how I should get my ass to Berkeley where I belonged. I’m still there, by the way. I wish you were still around too.
I remember your full-sleeve tattoos, which the school made you hide even in the blazing heat of summer. They were always there under your blue denim shirt and leather vest combo, and you were more than happy to tell us the story of each one, like constellations etched in ink instead of stars.
I remember your laugh, which would start with a rough guffaw and end with a hacking smoker’s cough that would make even the most rebellious teenager swear to lay off the cigarettes. You always said you were going to quit, but I don’t know if you ever did.
I remember the way you didn’t lower your standards, yet still refused to give up on us (whether that meant holding an extra AP study session on the weekend or throwing the occasional student in that broom closet for “acting up” in class). You were tough on us, and we were tough on you. Love is tough sometimes.
The last time I wrote you a letter, it was 2005 – four years after I graduated. I had just become a teacher, like you, and it had given me a new appreciation for the work you did with countless high school students over the years. You wrote me back and told me that your heart sang to hear from me. That’s the kind of teacher you were – the kind whose heart sang for his students.
It’s hard to say what I’ll miss the most about you. There are simply too many memories to sort through from those four years, and it hurts to think you’ll never read this letter. I want to believe that you knew how much you meant to your family, students, your community, and your colleagues, but that would be a lot of realization to handle, even for you.
You changed the lives of everyone around you. Even now, you are reminding me to cherish life in its brevity and beauty, and to tell the people I love how much they mean to me before it is too late.
Dear teacher, dear mentor, and dear friend — you will very soon be gone, but you will never be forgotten.”
To infinity and beyond, Teresa
Many times it is too late to share with someone how they have touched our lives. For Teresa and Mr. Rupp, that was the case. I encourage you to reach out and share a special message with the teacher that touched your heart and impacted your life. Be a blessing to them while you still can. If you have a story about a special teacher, please share below.
The day I met you was the first day of high school. I walked into your class with a t-shirt that said, “supermodels suck,” and you were rocking a ponytail and had your Harley parked next to your desk. We liked each other immediately. You gave me a lot of advice over the next four years, like how I should get my ass to Berkeley where I belonged. I’m still there, by the way. I wish you were still around too.