I actually think Mr. Stearns Global Studies class in 9th grade was one of the most interesting classes I ever took. Mr. Stearns was a pretty good teacher but I think his students took advantage of him because he was a nice, vulnerable old man.
First I taught myself how to write with my left hand. Then I wrote poetry. By May, I was writing poetry with my left hand. Of course, none of it was inspired because this class was so boring. He hated to be contradicted and had a secret mean streak.
He was running out of steam, but he still couldn't leave campus when he retired-he subs now.A truly sweet man who makes me smile every time I see him.
My friends and I still laugh recalling how "out of it" he was;sweet but clueless