Tonight I got to meet my all-time favorite teacher, Mr. Rees, for the first time in ages. He was my art teacher three years in a row in high school. Not only did he teach me a lot about art, he taught me to believe in myself, and he showed me that there are sweet, sensitive husbands out there (I could just tell he was crazy about his wife and I loved that). Mr. Rees truly cared about each individual student. He made us each feel important. Once, when my art was supposed to be accepted in a high school art show at a local museum, and at the last minute, due to an error, the museum didn't hang my painting, Mr. Rees noticed me in near tears and ended up hanging my painting in a hall in the high school. He had a unique approach to teaching. He's the one who got me interested in figure drawing. He invited his students to his home for Japanese food, took us (the art club) camping at Zion National Park, and even cared enough to come to my wedding! He was fun, quirky and caring. The best teacher anyone could ask for. I'm thankful for amazing teachers. In my mind, the good ones are pretty much rock stars.
