“Throwback Thursday: The Student Who Had The Best Hair” constitutes a reintroduction to some old letters I wrote to some of my former students. When I previously posted them, I underscored the importance of particular ones. I am now highlighting certain ones in Throwback Thursday posts.
Here is the original introduction: On June 19, 2015, the first eighth grade class I ever taught graduated from high school. My honeymoon precluded my attending their graduation, so I wrote each of my former students a letter.
As I always tell you, I couldn’t be any prouder of you for all that you’ve been able to accomplish at T-D and all that I know you will accomplish moving forward.
However, I’d be remiss if I didn’t say that, outside of the academic plaudits you deserve, you must also be commended on your development into a young man.
The boy in eighth grade I met was a sniveling, excuse-making, callow, insecure child. The man I’ve seen the past few years, though, is a confident, accountable, diligent person who now believes in himself as much as his family and teachers always have.
And I know you appreciate it, that’s one of the qualities that makes you special. You don’t rest on the success of your parents. Instead, it motivates you to succeed. For that reason, wherever this journey through college takes you, with your work ethic and determination you will not only realize your dreams but also thrive.
I don’t need to quote Langston Hughes about the value of dreams and what happens when we defer them; you’re already pursuing them and will continue to pursue them. With that said, I wish you the best and I’m going to miss catching you coming around the bend in the driveway (not seeing me smoking, of course) with some of the best lettuce on top of your head that Thornton-Donovan has ever seen. More importantly, though, I’d say you’re one of the best testaments to what good teachers can do.
Only the best,