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A military brat moves around too much to really bond with a teacher or to develop a long relationship with one. There were some special teachers in my school in Germany and I'd like to honor them by listing them first, before I write the essay (if you don't mind!):

Dr. Vatkunis - the world's most advanced Chemistry class! It was harder than the one I had in Nuke School years later.

Madame Prunella - (Not her real name) FRENCH II&III; the finest French teacher any silly, hard-headed boy could want.

Major Kirkpatrick - AJROTC; he noticed leadership skills in me long before I had any clue.

Having said that, I'd like to get to the one who really made a difference in my life. I left Stuttgart, Germany the summer following my junior year. My family settled in Memphis; a decision I hated beyond words.

My senior year was a complete waste of time; the details of which will take at least one full chapter in my biography. But there was one teacher who recognized how miserable I was. Most importantly, she realized that nothing in the school would challenge me academically.

I only had four classes per day because I only needed one credit to graduate. I had already gone beyond the advanced classes the school system offered so I was thoroughly BORED!

Enter Ms. Taylor. I had her for Homeroom and mandatory Senior English. She made a point of working me harder than any of her other students, even having me work on an entirely different course plan. I didn't care; I just wanted to learn SOMETHING during my day!

What really boosted my energy level was the habit she had of taking me out of study hall and putting me in charge of her AP English class. It was the first taste I had of actually teaching. I had taught as an officer in ROTC but this was different - more difficult. I couldn't order these people to listen!

The fact that I am a writer today, that I have often taught in the military, in civilian life and in classrooms overseas all have in common one root: Ms. Taylor.

I have never thanked properly and am not really sure if she's still alive thirty years later. I'm certain she would be proud if she knew how much she had done for me in so short a time. I think she would give me another of her rare, small smiles and say, "well done."

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