RobArt Penguin

When I think about my favorite classes, I realize it’s the teachers that inspired me, not the class subject. I had a high school biology teacher that made science interesting and fun. Her enthusiasm was contagious. I had a post-hippy English teacher that let us explore expression in all sorts of ways. In class I not only did the reading thing, I did paintings depicting books and a slide show inspired by another book. He was open to all sorts of stuff. My friends and I built a detailed model of Shakespeare’s Globe Theater for him, which the school still uses many decades later. I liked all sorts of subjects, but it’s the teacher’s I remember.