Speaking of Mr Clarks, I had an English teacher named Mr Clark. He was the best teacher I ever had. And I had a dream about him a few days ago. I don't remember the details now. That's the problem with dreams. If you don't record them right after you wake up, you forget them.
I looked him up afterwards and he's still working as a vice-principal or something in some rich town's school. That's what he was doing the last time I looked him up a few years ago.
I thought I could send him an email. Most of the teachers I had are probably retired by now or dead. But he was one of the younger teachers I had. He was in his early to mid 30s, I think, when I was 16 or so. So just an email saying that I appreciate his work. He was a good teacher.
But then I looked online and he already has glowing reviews at ratemyteacher dot com or whatever. So I don't want to add to the chorus of accolades.
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