Lessons Not Learned
When I was in high school (more years ago than I care to admit), I had some wonderful teachers. Some of which I have talked about and rightfully thanked. Some of which I have not. One of those was Mrs. R who taught history. I had two classes with her my senior year, US History II and Foreign Policy. I didn't really want to take the latter, but am glad I did as I learned so much from Mrs. R; more than I thought was possible. She was quick on her feet; she was set to debate a fellow student on the Vietnam war and at the last minute the student decided he would be a Dove instead of a Hawk (I think he always intended to do that, he wanted to rattle her) and she effortlessly switched her focus and became a fierce hawk. (A side I know she would have opposed.) It was impressive. Mrs. R was a small woman, but was larger than life when it came to history and justice. One of the things I (we?) learned about from her was the plight of the Native Americans....