Dear Students,
This week I have been spoiled. You sent me emails and notes thanking me for being
your teacher. Mr. Trimble got me a gift
I love. The administration at AHS put a sign
in my yard telling me how much they love me.
Restaurants and stores are giving me discounts and free coffee (this one
is hard to beat, FYI). But the best gift
I have been given is you.
Most of you know that I was not supposed to be at AHS this
year. The Army decided last spring we were moving to North Carolina. In fact, I had already accepted a job at a
school in Raleigh teaching 3rd grade. We’d found a house and were super excited to
be back in North Carolina near our very first Army assignment. On the way to North Carolina we got a call
that we would instead be moving to Maryland, to a tiny little Army post almost on
the Delaware line in the city of Aberdeen.
So I interviewed (again) and was offered a job (again). When
I was hired, I immediately thought I had made a mistake. “I should have stuck to elementary school,” I
kept telling myself. “These kids are going to think I am such an old lady.” But
then school started, and I met you. From
the very first day, you treated me with kindness. As we got to know each other you shared your
favorite foods, favorite sports teams (sorry, I will never be a Ravens fan) and
coffee shops you thought I should try.
We had very serious debates over which is better Wawa or Royal Farms
(Wawa, duh) and did our best to get through Algebra together.
So thank you for being the reason I love my job and love
this school. Thank you for the high fives
and hugs in the morning before homeroom.
Thank you for the unsolicited advice about my wardrobe choices ("Mrs. Trimble
I see you in your Tommy, but next time maybe pair that with some heels") and your
insistence that I never film a TikTok video (“We love you, but please don’t let
us catch you trying to be cool on TikTok”).
Thank you for being the best students ever.
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