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| Mr. Downs and I |
If I had to say one thing that I missed about school, the first to come to my
mind would be this man. I had him for English Honors in 10th grade and AP English in 12th grade. Luckily, my last year
of high school was his last year of teaching. I am fairly confident in saying that he is the best teacher ever. He truly
cares about his students and teaches them well. I always enjoyed going to class to hear
him tell stories and interact with the students. Except for those days when our political issues paper
or explications were due. But even then I knew that as long as I did those assignments I would get full credit.
Most days this is how class went:
Bell rings to start class, talk, maybe tell a story today about his first dance or about his job in the orchard growing up, keep telling the story--students asking him to tell something else--so he'll talk about articles he has written and have been published, his family and how he only got sons because his daughter would've been called Epiphany, twenty minutes left in class now, pass around one of our daily paper assignments and evaluate each other, bell rings to end class, pass out new prompt for a paper due next period.
He had a little retirement party the night of Spring Fling and most in the group had him so we went to see him before
going to dinner. It was fun. Especially being dressed up like we were going to Gatsby's party.
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| Spring Fling 2013 group with Mr. Downs |
You gotta love Mr. Downs.
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