This makes me a bum...I know. I am FINALLY moving into my house. I was going through all the stuff that I had stocked away like a depression era adult. I came across a paper that I wrote in Mr. Schneider's AP English course my senior year. We had three projects that year, and all three allowed our imaginations to go wild. I wrote a paper about very, very strong stuff. It had a lot to do with the high school life and dealt mostly with violence. I didn't know whether to turn it in or not, being as it was Mr. Schneider and he was pretty much the old guy...you know. He read it, graded it, and returned it. Mr. Schneider was my neighbor, my football coach, and the Assistant Prinicpal. I know that he did not agree with what I wrote or the fact that I wrote it. However, he graded it. He graded it very fairly. He did not give his personal opinion, he graded the content. That was his job, grade the content. I got a very fair grade as a result. This is all you need to know about Mr. Schneider. As a coach, and more importantly as a teacher, he did what was correct. My Dad, my Grandpa, Coach Perry, and Mr. Schneider are the men who set the course for my life. I think of that paper every time there is something that I don't agree with. Mr. Schneider has his views, he has his beliefs, and he has his creeds. However, he did not let those classify his view on someone else's work. Whenever I want to scream to the high heavens that someone is wrong, I think back to that paper. I remember, everyone has their own view, which is to be respected. Everyone has thoughts that need to be understood. Even if I disagree to the umpteenth degree, respect the person...that's what I've learned from Mr. Schneider.

This makes me a bum...I know. I am FINALLY moving into my house. I was going through all the stuff that I had stocked away like a depression era adult. I came across a paper that I wrote in Mr. Schneider's AP English course my senior year. We had three projects that year, and all three allowed our imaginations to go wild. I wrote a paper about very, very strong stuff. It had a lot to do with the high school life and dealt mostly with violence. I didn't know whether to turn it in or not, being as it was Mr. Schneider and he was pretty much the old guy...you know. He read it, graded it, and returned it. Mr. Schneider was my neighbor, my football coach, and the Assistant Prinicpal. I know that he did not agree with what I wrote or the fact that I wrote it. However, he graded it. He graded it very fairly. He did not give his personal opinion, he graded the content. That was his job, grade the content. I got a very fair grade as a result. This is all you need to know about Mr. Schneider. As a coach, and more importantly as a teacher, he did what was correct. My Dad, my Grandpa, Coach Perry, and Mr. Schneider are the men who set the course for my life. I think of that paper every time there is something that I don't agree with. Mr. Schneider has his views, he has his beliefs, and he has his creeds. However, he did not let those classify his view on someone else's work. Whenever I want to scream to the high heavens that someone is wrong, I think back to that paper. I remember, everyone has their own view, which is to be respected. Everyone has thoughts that need to be understood. Even if I disagree to the umpteenth degree, respect the person...that's what I've learned from Mr. Schneider.

 

Great post and great insight into Bob. Thanks.