I’ve had many great teachers and professors throughout the years I’ve been in school, but I think one of them deserves credit for how much I have continued to enjoy learning. When I was in fifth grade, my U.S. history teacher was Mr. Baumgardner; he was just out of college and beginning his teaching career. He expected a lot out of us right away; we took notes on fill in the blank outlines he printed out for us and listened the while he lectured for the whole class time. We even had to write short essays on our tests, which is a lot more than most fifth graders are expected to do. From this description it might sound like Mr. Baumgardner was the kind of teacher that kids would dread having, but he knew how to keep us entertained and interested. He brought in reproductions of historical artifacts from sailing ships or World War II. He ordered a set of ancient coins and let us try to clean them and see the writing printed on them. He even held a plastic axe while he lectured...if anyone started to fall asleep he would hit the edges of their desks with it (very entertaining). I learned so much about history that year that it quickly became one of my favorite subjects.
Since I went to a small private school for middle school (there were about 30 people in my grade), teachers often taught different classes each year. I was fortunate enough to have Mr. B. for two more years, for world history and Texas history. In world history when we studied the Greeks, Mr. B. told us to make shields and spears and bring them to school. After we finished discussing the battle of Thermopylae, we spent two weeks outside being trained as a hoplite army. We marched in formation and learned commands that the Greek armies would have used. At the end of our training time, we got to have a mock battle and fight each other this way. It was a fun experience, and I still remember a lot about this period of history that I might have forgotten otherwise.
During Texas history the next year, we got to participate in another exercise like this. This time we reenacted the Grass Fight, a small battle from the Texas Revolution where Texan troops attacked a Mexican mule train. We went outside onto the soccer field; half of us pulled wheelbarrows full of hay across the field while the other half attacked. Mr. B. gave us all cans of silly string to use as weapons.
I’ve never had another teacher who taught like Mr. B. I learned so much during the three years I had him as a teacher, and I owe my essay writing skills to him. None of my other middle school teachers thought that kids our age could pay attention to difficult course material or write essays, but the early start I got from Mr. B’s teaching style prepared me for high school and college too.