When I decided to reconnect with my High School World Cultures teacher, Mr. Whelchel, there was mild contentment that whatever he chose to do, either reply to my message or not, that after 8 years of developing myself (since that time), I know had the opportunity to express my gratitude to someone who left a impression on my youth.
I never expected that he’d be on Myspace — of all places — and while at first it seemed strange to use a service that was originally intended to network with friends and express oneself, that didn’t prevent from finally making contact after so many years.
My message was short and sweet, much like his response. Yet, I find that the older I get, the less I have to say, the better.
The following is my message to my former World Cultures teacher, followed by his response which I believe is short, concise, and sweet in its prose:
My Message
Hey Mr. Whelchel,
It’s been 8 years, or close to it. Not sure if you remember me and hey, that’s okay if you don’t considering the vast amount of students you’ve taught over the years, but..
It’s Erik Sagen. I was in your class several years ago, loved it more than you’ll ever know (and that’s saying something) and often reflect on the experience of high school.
My friend Adam and I worked on a class project wherein we combined the soundtrack of Braveheart with the graphics from a computer game (Doom) to tell the story of Napoleon Bonaparte. It was submitted on a VHS tape and I believe we received an A, or better.
Let me know if you might remember.
Otherwise, hey, I remember being there and was ecstatic to find you on here.
Just wanted to know that you made an enormous impression on me then.
Take care,
Erik
Whelchel’s Response
Yeah, I do remember you. First of all, teachers are weird creatures. Think about it, we go to a place with hormone ravaged teenagers all the while with some crazy idea that we can retard their thinking into, well, thinking. With all of this, we do tend to remember most if not all of our students.
Thanks for the kind words, these are the fringe benefits of the job.
I am glad to see you doing well. I jumped into your page and noticed you are making a living off of your imagination. Great for you and I wish you all the luck in the world. The yellow transformer was cool.
I offer only one piece of advice; love your kids and enjoy them. They grow up way too fast. I have one in eigth grade already and he is seemingly a wastoid teenager (mom and dad aren’t cool anymore).
Have a great day and do what you gotta do, what ever the hell that means. ciao.