Growing up, I had always referred to my fourth grade teacher, Mrs. Baker, as my favorite. It could have been because she was also my older sister's favorite, because she handed out Jolly Ranchers, because she read us the book "The Last of the Really Great Whangdoodles" and spoke in funny voices, because she taught me how to write well, or because she was a kind, warm lady... with egregious coffee and cigarette breath. My affinity for Mrs. Baker lasted until my college years where I realized how much of a child I really still was.
Before I came to Dallas Christian College, I had already decided (or realized) with whom I would most likely spend the most time. Mr. Scott Richard Spies was my professor, friend, boss, mentor, fellow worship leader, and taker-of-my-junk. I was able to learn under his influence for four years, and they were four of the most formative years of my life. I still maintain a healthy relationship with Scott, and I couldn't thank him enough for the incalculable amount of learning I did under him. I remember a great deal of his character and integrity much more so than the differences between Classical and Baroque era music.
I haven't spoken to Mrs. Baker since my seventh grade year, but I was glad to know her; however, Mr. Spies takes the cake and stashes it in his sparsely stocked bachelor pantry as my most appreciated and formative teacher. Both put up with my childlikeness, but Mr. Spies is able to see me grow into a man of God whom others will follow, as I follow him, as he follows Christ.
Excellent writing. I, too, appreciate Scott and his leadership and heart. Thank you for sharing. I especially loved the way you wrote about his bachelor pantry and the cake- very creative!
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