No sense looking back

I hated high school. I lived to get out. My teachers, with the exception of two, made no lasting impact on me. I got out. More than 27 years later, I got back in. Only this time, I'm the teacher. It's been nine years and I really hope no one is saying about me what I said about my teachers. I try. I want to make a difference. I really try to help. When it's good, it's really good. When it's not, I can only say I tried. More to come.