The most exceptional teacher

I don't have time to actually do justice for the memory of Bill Schulz's classes, but the following correspondence is a pretty accurate representation of my intent... but it may sound a bit goofy.

Do you ever miss Schulz's class? I do, quite often actually.

In my lit class, we just finished our poetry unit (a joke compared to last year) and now we're into our short story unit. Anyway, so two of our first three stories are "How to Tell A True War Story" and "The Lottery;" when I reread these stories this incredible wave of nostalgia rushed over me. They're amazing. I feel that excitement all over again, that only Schulz could evoke.

Seriously, I sat there wondering why the fuck I'm not an English major... then I remembered the practicality of such an event. which is sad. I think that society should condone success in terms of the amount of heart that you put into your work and the passion that you have for it...
Schulz would be a millionaire. No, I take that back; a billionaire.

Remember how he always told us that "The Things They Carried" was a love story?.... and how it took me the whole unit to figure that out. And how--omg this is the best--- how when he'd say something really profound (which was usually repeated sporadically for the rest of the year) and then he'd get that goofy smile on his face as he looked around at all of us completely lost in thought ? That really was the best. He loved what he did. passionate... I only hope I can be half so successful in my own life.
It's a real shame that he's retiring.

That's the only part about Stevens, which exception to a couple people, that I actually miss. Why can't we just attend his class once a month for the rest of our lives to reinspire ourselves?

fuck it's snowing again.