One person I will never forget from High School… Well it all began with math. I was never a math person. For some reason my junior high teachers put me into the advanced math class in 7th grade. I did okay in Pre-Algebra and Algebra. I got average grades but that wasn’t enough for my parents, so I was put into the regular class in 8th grade. So my freshman year I took algebra and did average again. Then I was put into Geometry my sophomore year, and that is where I first met this teacher. My first impressions were that he was kinda old and crotchety. I came into class the first day and I realized for the first time ever that it was actually possible for me to understand math. He was my absolute hero, I continued the year as I usually did but on the final in his class I got an eighty-eight percent. And I finally passed my math AIMS. He was the absolute best math teacher that I ever had. He stayed after class some days just to make sure that I understood what we were learning in class and didn’t get as angry when I would talk in class. I happily passed my class with my first ever and best grade in math: a B+. The next year I was taking Topics and I had him for my Math Lab teacher. That was a fun class; I didn’t need help as much that year and passed that class with an A. This year I am taking Advanced Algebra and I have this teacher for my Math Lab teacher again. Not only is he great at helping me understand everything in Math, my least favorite and worst subject; we also talk about all sorts of other things. Politics, books and pretty much anything. We talk about projects over the summer, what we plan to do with our lives and sometimes I can just vent to him when i am having a problem with a student or teacher.
This teacher is so much more than just a Math teacher to me; he is my oldest high school friend. He has been there for every year of my High School experience and I know that when I graduate he will be one of the people that I will be the most thankful for. He was there for me when I had fights with my parents even if he didn’t know it and when I was struggling to keep up with proofs. He may be old and crotchety sometimes and call me “Slime” when I am being distracting to my fellow classmates, but without a doubt when I graduate and he retires this year, I will leave knowing that he will have forever left an impression on my life. So on behalf of my brain dead math instincts and friendly attitude I want to send a shout out to Mr. Wehrman for being the one person that I will never forget from High School.
