Look to Christ!
Mr. Kennedy was my History teacher at Emerald Junior High in 1993. He was a man in control, a seasoned veteran of the classroom. He was one of those older men who had a gruff persona, but also had that twinkle in his eye. I liked him from the first day. My appreciation of his experience, knowledge, and teaching methods only grew as the year progressed. When graduation from year 8 finally came, I mustered up the courage to ask him to sign my yearbook. He obliged. After writing a quick note, he said with a straight face, "I usually don't write half that much." I received his statement as a compliment, and after reading his message knew it was. Out of all the messages written in my yearbook by friends and teachers, his meant the most to me. It still means a lot to me now. Mr. Kennedy was a man who only knew me as a student in his class for a short time, yet there was a man who believed in me. Outside of my parents and fami...