I never realized how many teachers have touched my life until I really started thinking about this topic.
MY FAVORITES:
1. Mrs. Mallett, my 2nd grade teacher. She was just so SWEET! When I decided I wanted to go to Baylor (her husband's alma mater), they even went so far as to contact the financial aid office on my behalf when they were tripping with my scholarships.
2. Mr. Trousdale, my high school band director. He would cuss you out at the drop of a hat and not hesitate to remind you that he had an award-winning band long before you got there. But he's one of those people that regardless of what they say, you KNOW they love you. There's nothing he wouldn't do for his students.
3. Dr. Packard, my physics professor from freshman year. The whole physics wing is named after him, so you can imagine how long he has been teaching.
I would estimate him to be in his early eighties, but he has so much spunk and is one of the cutest little white men I have ever seen. One of those teachers that will stop and chat with you on campus long after you've finished his class.
MY LEAST FAVORITE:
1. Dr. Anderson, my British Lit. professor from this semester. Y'all, this woman HATED me. I mean HATED. I was the only black person in the class, so I don't know if I'm suffering from that unexpressed racism paranoia or WHAT. On the day of our final, she told each person what a pleasure they were, to have a good summer, etc. when they turned in their test. This heffer SNATCHED my test and didn't say a word. Cow.
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