I love this woman.
7th grade in her class was awesome. She is the most truly creative and fascinating woman I have ever encountered in my life; she encouraged creativity in everything we did. She had a cabinet full of costumes and we would dress up and act out plays or skits for her. Our final exam was a skit that encompassed all the books we'd read. I was a dragon. Roooaawwr. Her class is such that now, as we are graduating high school, not a single person who was in it does not remember it and remember it damned well. Matt listed it in his senior memories, even though they were supposed to be mainly stuff that happened in high school.
The reunion is Saturday, in Galveston. I hate parties. I dislike the beach. I get lost easily.
I love Mrs. Mixon.
I'm so going.
In other news of cool teachers, my 11th-grade US History teacher sent me a thank-you note for the cookies. Awwwwwwwww, that was unnecessarily sweet. I love her to death; she's very intelligent and so much fun to talk to or just to listen to.
There are three kinds of teachers who I hope my siblings find themselves studying under...