Fourth grade. As I like to call it the year of giants. Where everything was bigger and we were super hyper. Energy filled us and school drained us. Mrs. Stars class was the first room I had walked into during my Fenn career. Seeing the strangers around me and feeling frightened about the whole prospect of a new school. All I can say was there wasn't a kinder person to me and more supportive than Mrs. Star. She picked me up whenever I fell down whether it was me not understanding a concept or just making a mistake. In her class nothing was a mistake. Thank Mrs. Star for setting me off on the right foot. In her own words "rabbit rabbit" (you say this at the start of every new month to have good luck).
Fifth grade. Still nerve racking everything had begun to shrink. Mr. Byrd you gave me the first taste of Fenn fun (meaning having fun in school). With your hilarious quips and whale water guns you help define my second year at Fenn. Adding humor and kindness to my day. It turned my view of school upside down. You made learning fun in every way possible. One thing specifically the Alien Project where we learned about the solar system by making aliens that could survive on our selected plants. That has stuck with me now and probably forever putting a positive spin on projects. Thank you.
Sixth grade. Finally middle school, took long enough, new teachers new classrooms. Everything was confusing again. By then I was use to this feeling of being oblivious. Luckily there was one other person as new as me. Mr. Patch although he might never get this piece of my gratitude I still want to mention him. He was my math teacher (my least favorite subject), but he shaped my year into something different. Everyday he would check in and just make my day. There isn't a way I can truly describe him at the time then an oyster farmer, teacher, now a stay at home dad, has a bee farm. I don't understand how he managed to juggle all of those traits at once. Thank you Mr. Patch.
Seventh Grade was an interesting year. I had Mr. Hall for math and LT for I.S. I'll admit going from class to class was a dramatic change between the two. Mr. Hall's read, learn, study repeat method to eating pizza and creative writing scribbled upon papers. For each year I usually recognize one person, but two different people made two different impacts on me. Mr. Hall is up first on my list. We didn't get off on the right foot. I remember walking into his classroom for his first class and he tells me to tuck in my shirt tail. He would always enforce law upon however broke. Lacking the cognitive ability to remember these rules I was constantly behind in his class. Each day I would remember one thing and forget the other (these applied to assignments too). On homework my grade was getting worse and worse because I had never put down my steps. Apparently I could spin around and get the correct answer which wasn't good enough. Thankfully Mr. Hall had mercy on me and began to help piece together my grade. He showed me that hard work does pay off. Thank you Mr. Hall. LT also know as the notorious Mr. Thompson. Between his fun classes at our double block I.S time or his lessons out on the ice (hockey) he always encouraged me to keep trying new things. Even if I flopped right on to my face he would always laugh then help. At times in his class we would play, but in other times we would work hard to get to the place we needed to be. I thank you Mr. Thompson for teaching me how to work hard and play hard.
Eighth grade the final year for me at Fenn. It never occurred to me that my time at Fenn was dwindling shorter every second. Even up to this week I cannot wrap my head around the fact that we are done after next week. Grief tugs at my heart as a piece of it is torn from it. The Fenn part where I have seen Fenn boys grow and mature around me. Experiencing things that would have never been possible without Fenn. During my eighth grade year I expanded out in Fenn. Finding new places to be and go. Exploring the deep depths of Fenn as if I was going into the belly of the beast. I have one man to thank for this. John Fitzsimmons. Your kind words and rather constant yodeling has kept me afloat this year. The power punches that have defined my mornings to the English classes that you articulate so purposely. As the true man's man, master of folk, song slinging, blog rambling, guitar playing, great teacher you are I thank you Fitz.
Everyone this year and every year has helped us progress so much that I am amazed we are still the same people (at least physically actually not even that). All of our teachers have gone the extra step not the whole nine yards, but all the way for the touchdown. Even for the teachers that weren't in this long blog post they still mean so much to me and my Fenn career. Fenn has been a wonderful experience in and out of the classrooms I will miss the people and memories I have begun and now ended here. Bags packed and unfortunately ready to go Fenn's door has closed and high school's has open. Goodbye Fenn.