He could make any lecture extremely entertaining, but also very meaningful. He could make us laugh hysterically about the most unlikely things, such as the Cold War. ("Nothing ruins a beautiful day quite like nuclear war.") He made me appreciate the humor in the ridiculus things that humans do. I always liked history, but he made me love it.

He also made me appreciate myself. I'll never forget the time I was beating up on myself because of my lack of confidence and he told me, "stop it, you're better than you think you are."

I always looked forward to going to history. I was never bored, I never looked at the clock earnestly, itching to leave, and I never found reason to complain. It made going to school worth it for me. All my other classes were bearable.

Now I'm a senior, and I don't have any classes like that. I don't know what I'm going to do. I wish I could take that history class over again. Then maybe AP Biology and AP Biology and AP English with my crazy feminist teacher wouldn't seem so bad.

But nothing lasts forever, I suppose.

Has anyone ever had a teacher like that?

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Stuff I've written
*For the wretched of the earth, there a flame that never dies
Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise*

I did, though, have an American History teacher in eighth grade that was a lot like that....

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y por lo que el león se enamoró de el cordero...
lo que es un estúpido cordero