I (heart) teachers

I just want to thank all the teachers in my past (except for Mr. Baltz, from third grade, because even though I don't remember you, my mother still tells me stories of how I cried every morning before she dropped me off at school because you were so mean). I am sorry my gratitude is so late in coming, but just now, finally, after attempting to teach geometry to 26 14-year-olds for three hours, I get it. And I want to thank you all for making it through every day without without impaling one of us with the dull pencil that we got up to sharpen seventy-two times.