When I was in the eleventh grade, I had an english teacher named Mr. Clawson. He was a great instructor; really funny and thoughtful. And although he and I never built any special rapport, I felt I learned a great deal from him that year.
But the most important lesson Mr. Clawson gave me occured during my senior year. My new twelfth grade english teacher was going through the attendance list — and when she got to my name, she paused.
“Oh, so you’re Michael Mitchell,” she said, “Mr. Clawson told me to expect big things. He spoke very highly of you.”
In the moment, it shocked me to hear this. I was by no stretch a standout student — I had decent but not spectacular grades and a shy personality. So to hear something like that really had an impact. To know that someone outside of my mother and…
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