Earlier this year I wrote a column about my favorite teachers, the ones who inspired and shaped me the most.
It was my intention with that column to express my gratitude for those teachers and, hopefully, have at least one of them see it.
In a profession where half the kids curse your name and complain when you give them homework or a bad grade, I figured it was the least I could do to put that good energy out into the universe.
Imagine my genuine surprise when I get contacted by not only one, but two of my former teachers thanking me and expressing interest in catching up.
I was ecstatic. And then nervous. Then a lot more nervous.
Along with a bunch of...