Thankyou Mr. Cornish
My teacher for my last year of primary school, Mr Cornish, taught me more than just mathematics and science. He taught me strength, honour, loyalty and perseverance.
When I first entered his class I saw nothing but this overbearing and brash teacher who though nothing of yelling at a student. He would not accept an excuse for late or unfinished homework, if the dog ate it he wanted to see its droppings the next day. Pushing us forward was a constant thing, everyday we were stretched further and further.
Through him we were exposed to different cultures and different ways, he emphasised the importance of history, art, literature and culture. With him we read the classics of literature for our age group like Charlottes Webb and It’s a Wonderful Life. Each time we came to a part of the story that may need explanation he would stop us reading and explain using examples from his life and the story.
We were forced to actively search out information and answers, never were we given an easy ride. If we didn't want to fail we would have to put the hard yards in.
Finally as the end of the year neared, Mr Cornish had a few days of sick leave. It was then that his teaching revealed itself as we challenged the relief teacher who was content to just let us drift through the class. We wanted to learn, to push forward, to make our way.
To this day, whenever I see him he always remembers me and is interested in how I am doing. I owe more than I can say to him, the strength he gave me helped me through my depression, the honour he brought out in me has guided my path through to adulthood, the loyalty he invested in me has allowed me to make great and loyal friends and the perseverance he taught me has made me never give up until I have reached my dreams and surpassed them.
Thank you is not enough, but it all I can say.