Mr. Dessen has write will travel

Mr. Dessen was my English teacher and my swim team coach at Astoria High School. I remember him as strict and not smiling much. A high school student doesn’t always see eye to eye with his/her teachers. I didn’t like my english teacher because he was always hard on me and never let me relax. But you know, it’s one those things I can’t put my finger on, something about the imprint a teacher leaves only to bear fruit many years later. Many times, the teacher never sees the fruit. I understand a little better now what he was trying to do. Between Big D, Mrs. Hale, and my grandpa’s unceasing “enunciate and articulate” I think the important things have taken hold.

poem

For Mr. Dessen

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.

Splashing having fun
A bit of the swim thing too.

Remember that kickboard
You threw at my head.

Long time ago indeed,
Boy you were a good aim.

This is Matt, Heather, and Kathleen.
We love you!

--matt Crichton
1/13/10


We miss you Mr. Dessen.