94: Springtime Memory

94: Springtime Memory

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Teacher Tales

Springtime Memory

And in today already walks tomorrow.

~Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Spring is an exciting time in a school. As the weather turns warmer, the mood turns brighter, and teachers and students alike are excited about new possibilities. But for me, the coming of spring takes me back… to the memory of some news I heard in April of 2003. Every spring I begin having the same thoughts… thoughts of Brian….

It all began in 2001 when I sent a little story in an e-mail to my stepdaughter, Heather, who had graduated from high school with Brian in 1996 and her husband, Chad, who was in the Marines at the time. It went like this:

One of the joys of teaching is that everywhere you go for the rest of your life, you run into someone you taught, a relative of someone you taught, or someone who knows someone you taught. This morning I was having breakfast with a friend when I recognized the waitress as Letitia, the sister of my former student Brian.

Brian was in my seventh grade language arts class in the 1990-1991 school year. I had him 4th period. How do I remember that? Because I had the entire junior varsity football team 4th period! I told Letitia that on game days, the players would wear their jerseys to school, and the entire room would turn red.

Brian was a good-looking guy and a talented football player. Schoolwork was not his favorite activity, but he did it, knowing that I would talk to “coach” if he didn’t. He did an average job on that work, but he played football like a hero… with a passion that most seventh graders haven’t yet found. He was also polite and had a smile that never left his face. No matter how hard I was on him… for forgetting his homework, for talking about football instead of doing classwork, for begging me daily to take the class outside so the boys could throw a football around, he would sit and grin at me. On the days that he would wear me down, and we would go outside after lunch, he was a natural leader, breaking everyone into teams and calling plays.

Letitia broke into my thoughts, saying, “Brian is in the Marines now.”

Do you know how that feels? Someone reaches into your memory, pulls out a seventh grader, and makes him a man. “They can’t break him,” she said. “But they’re trying.”

I thought, “Nope, they won’t break him. They’ll try, but he’ll just grin…”

Then I thought back to my 4th period class of 1991. There, in the back, looking bored, and counting down the minutes to the football game, sits Brian Anderson, future Marine.

In April of 2003, I found a copy of that e-mail and added the following:

Today I heard some bad news. Brian, the Marine they wouldn’t “break,” was killed last Wednesday outside of the Iraqi city of Nasiriyah. I think of all the clichés—he loved what he was doing, everyone who knew him is proud, the world will be an emptier place without him, and so on.

But mostly, I think of that grin… and when I look back across that 4th period class, the last desk… in the middle row… is empty.

The world has just experienced our sixth spring without Brian Anderson. But I have learned something important. Now I look at my seventh graders not so much for the lanky-legged, giggling kids they are now… but for what they will be someday. They may become heroes like Brian. But for now, I’ll just enjoy watching them grin at me… and think about that sweet smile that always sat on the face of Brian Anderson, the middle school football player and future Lance Corporal of the United States Marine Corps.

~Cindi Rigsbee
2009 North Carolina State Teacher of the Year
2009 National Teacher of the Year Finalist
Reading teacher, grades 6-8

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