History has always been something I’ve enjoyed learning about. During the years before I met Mr. C, however, I took so many classes that had me memorize birth and death dates and battle casualties. It was exhausting, and I was soon going down a path where I had lost much of my enthusiasm for history.
When I first came into our really two-student American history class, however, something just clicked. He so obviously loved it. It was invigorating for me to see that there was someone else who thought that the civil war was fascinating, regardless of the exact time they fired on Fort Sumter. Soon I was reading history books for the fun of it again, and this more or less led to my completion of my two novels, which have been some of the most rewarding things I’ve ever done.
But I have learned more from Mr. C than just a re-awakening of the awesomeness of history or stories of diamond necklace thefts, although those are some of the coolest things on the planet. One of my favorite things about taking classes with Mr. C is that he genuinely loves EVERYTHING. Before I met him, I was having internal turmoil because I thought that I would have to chose between viola and writing and history and just pick one thing to be interested in. He taught me that I can love all those things, and more, and in the end be better off because of it. Words can not describe how much this has impacted my life.
I’m sorry this post is turning into the kind of Dawn to Decadence chapter that I protested against being assigned to read, but Mr. C is one of my favorite people of all time. His class is one of the highlights of my week. He’s changed my life in so many ways. Thank you, thank you, thank you.