Sabine seemed concerned as we left for the recent Open House at LCHS. “Daddy! Don’t embarrass me!”
After 13 years of fatherhood, I’m now an embarrassment. It’s a reputation that’s most deserved.
We arrived on campus and found a kaleidoscope of muses and soothsayers. It was a surreal world defined by silent statues of kids who came alive by an awkward prompt and proceeded to recite the prose and thoughts of history’s illustrious thinkers.
Open House afforded me the opportunity to ascribe a face to the teachers my children continuously speak of. I have a deep reverence for teachers. The phase “You're the wind beneath my wings,” most assuredly reflects the influence of a teacher. Teachers are critical to society. Their efforts affect the fate of the world, which is influenced by the children who sit in their classrooms. We never know where this influence will stop.