|An Afro American article about us in Annapolis. I'm 3rd from the left.|
The first of the two was Ms. Pamela Ahmed. She was my kindergarten teacher, and two years later--in a different school at that--she was my 2nd grade teacher as well. I thought I was the luckiest boy in the world for getting a whole extra year with Ms. Ahmed. This was the lady that was tasked with teaching me the very basics of counting numbers and reading. When fate conspired to bring us back together in 2nd grade, I just knew it was so I could show her how much I'd learned since I'd gone off to become a man. Do you know how much you pick up between kindergarten and 2nd grade? Everything. You learn everything worth knowing. That whole school year played out like a dream. We were reunited and it felt so good.
I'm pretty sure Ms. Ahmed was my first crush.
article, he was "relentless" with his expectation of "excellence." A conversation with a friend yesterday, sent me spiraling down the rabbit hole of Google, looking for these people who were so important in my life. I found Mr. Lunn and learned he's still teaching 5th graders in Baltimore. I imagine him looking the exact same today, only with beard heavy on the salt, and light on the pepper and a slower gait. I know he's still as demanding of his students.
I couldn't find any info on whether Ms. Ahmed still teaches, but almost unbelievably, she and Mr. Lunn married each other when I was still a kid, so I hope she's still in education. I like the idea of that particular power couple in the Baltimore City school system.