As the writer of this newsletter (and a lover of our public school teachers), I want to take a moment of personal privilege:
I learned late Tuesday that one of my most beloved teachers passed away in Elizabeth City. Julie Bridges taught English to thousands of kids in eastern NC. I was one of them.
Though I didn’t speak with her much in the last 25 years, Mrs. Bridges changed my life. Aside from my parents, she was one of the first people who told me I could write. And it doesn’t really feel like it counts until a neutral party says it.
Like so many teachers, it was obvious that she would be doing that job if they paid her in peanuts. She was funny and passionate. She made it look like learning and doing what you love is the secret to life, if such a thing exists.
Sitting in her class was like an awakening. School doesn’t have to suck. And what you have to say should be said from a mountaintop. It’s hard to imagine me doing what I do without her.
This is for all the teachers who show up, put their souls into it, and change lives every day in this state. Whether you know it or not, there are kids out there who are going to think about you for the rest of their lives.
RIP, Mrs. Bridges. โฅ๏ธ