MRS. THOMAS WAS RIGHT
In high school there was a teacher named Mrs. Thomas.
My long-term memory sees her as someone who had taught long enough. She looked
somewhere around sixty years of age, although you know how impressions of age
are when you’re only seventeen yourself. She was probably forty-two or
something. Frankly, she seemed tired of it all. For some reason I remember one
thing she said. The subject of what all of us teenagers were going to do with our
life was being talked of. I guess that’s typical of a senior class. Someone
said that they didn’t care what they were going to be doing twenty years from
now. (At this point looking back, I’m curious to know how typical that is.) She
said very calmly yet somehow tragically “you better care”, and just looked at
that student in a kind of sad way. Not at all threatening or preachy. Just sad.
Tired. She repeated it in a low voice; “you better care”. Nothing fancy, just
three short words.
I can still see her face. I don’t recall other faces,
what we did in that class, or any other images. Just that one moment, a kind of
still frame as if the movie strip got jammed in the projector or video machine
and stopped rolling. There is her face gazing at us and repeating through the
years those three words, “you better care”. As for myself, I literally didn’t
know or care what I was going to do the day after I graduated high school, let
alone twenty years later! Hmmm, Could she be right? Every once in a while I’ve
considered the odd reality that this is the only only thing I remember about
that class after all these (what is now) 29 years, although I never attached
any significance to it until now. Hey, maybe I’m a late bloomer, OK? Well, high
school teacher, because of what I now know, those three short words of yours
really did have an effect on my life, even if it did take a while. I hope
you’re listening because I’ve finally got a reply for you. Nothing fancy, just
three short words. So wherever you are I just want you to know this one thing.
Mrs. Thomas, YOU WERE RIGHT.
8/7/99