In recent days, I've been opening my facebook page to see many statuses reading "RIP." These always touch me, and a few have even been of people that I knew-my resident from my last year as an RA was the one that hit the hardest, until today. I got home from a frustrating day at work to discover, via Facebook (where else do I get my news) that one of my mentor teachers had passed away. This man...I fell into his classroom by accident (or, more accurately, Mae Ola and Ian's meddling) and had the opportunity of a lifetime. It was a life changing experience. I got to teach. I got to write an entire curriculum. It's funny...Albion Public Schools trusted me, a college senior over a year from finishing, to write an entire nine week curriculum, and my district now doesn't trust me to supplement my curriculum with so much as a song. Anyhoo...I got to teach. Really TEACH. Tuesdays and Thursdays, 11:00 to 1:45. He let me stretch my wings, feel things out, experiment. I had 100% support.
Albion lost a great teacher and a great coach. A student, a remarkable young man, lost his father.
RIP Allen Jackson Sr.
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