The Teacher Who Made Me Cry

I read this report from a teacher of Nobel Prize winner John Gurdon (Medicine):

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I’m not positive about the accuracy of things I find of Facebook, but the concept of this teacher’s reports and the stories you read about great minds and their educators’ opinions of them are amazing.

I don’t consider myself a great mind, but it reminded me of my sophomore year of high school and the teacher who made me cry and how I wish that no student is ever made to feel the way that my one teacher made me feel.

I have many friends who have become teachers and every single one of them who hears the story I’m about to tell is shocked. In fact, some of my high school classmates would be amazed if they knew who said this to me…

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The Unanswerable Question: How We Met

With Valentine’s Day at the end of this week, I’ve been thinking about some unique parts of Brad’s and my relationship, one of them being the very first time we met.

It’s a common couple question:

How did you two meet?

Facebook even wants to when how I met Brad!

Here’s the problem: We can’t agree on when we first met.

However, our differing answers to that question show you how nerdy we both were are. Both answers involve high school speech tournaments. Also these stories make more sense if you know what the National Forensics League (apparently the name has changed?) and extemporaneous speech are (I was international extemp and Brad was U.S. extemp).

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