Dear Mr. Wittry,
I never had you as a teacher, so I don’t know what you were like in the walls of the classroom. But I do know what you were like outside of the classroom. I don’t remember when, but I do remember how I got to meet you; it was a faculty soccer game one random Friday night. Your daughter and son were playing on the side of the field, and I distinctively remember many students around me pointing at the two of them and saying how cute they were in their red uniforms. I forget why I decided to approach Kaylin and Darren, but somehow I ended up playing with the two of them. After the faculty game was over, Kaylin told me she wanted to find you and I took her and Darren over to you and some other teachers on the field. I remember we skipped. All three of us. I introduced myself to you, and then I got to meet your wife too. One of you asked me if I would like to babysit, and I gladly agreed — who wouldn’t? So Mrs. Wittry wrote my number down, and I skipped Kaylin and Darren back into the school building. I remember you asked me to babysit a Saturday night once, but I had to decline because something came up. After that I rarely saw you, but when I did you would always say hi to me. Occassionally you would be with Kaylin, who would look shyly up at me and not say anything. Sometimes I’d see her in the lunch line at school and say hi to her, and I remember being surprised at how loudly she said hi back. This may sound stupid, but I’m pretty sure her friends were jealous that a high school student knew her and said hi to her. I didn’t get to talk to you after I graduated, but I always thought I would go back to school to at least say hi and ask about Kaylin. I guess I won’t have a chance to any more, but I just want you to know that seeing you and Kaylin the hallways has always brightened up my day. She’s an awesome kid (as well as Darren) and I am so, so, SO glad I had the chance to meet all of you.
Cheers Mr. Wittry,
Amber