In honor of Teacher appreciation week, I would like to write
about a teacher who was intuitive enough to realize that a fourteen year class
clown had more to offer than a talent for disturbing the classroom.
Mrs. Wilkins taught English and Social Studies and I was in
both of her classes. By the time I entered Junior High I had read most of the
books on my mother’s bookcase, which in most cases didn’t match the School
Board’s Curriculum.
As a result, I was constantly raising my hand in regards to
the American Indians, etc. It wasn’t
that I was smarter than anyone else, it was just the seventies when most people
had one television set, so I spent most of my time listening to music, reading,
and writing.
