- Ms. Hickman, my high school choir teacher who introduced me to jazz, and taught me more about life than about notes and rhythms
- Mrs. Cato, my (late) very first voice teacher, who discovered me by accident when I was fourteen and believed in my talent enough to give me voice lessons for free when I couldn't afford it. She saw what other people didn't, and gave me a chance - for that I'll always be grateful.
- Mrs. Johnson, my 6th grade science teacher who made me like science
- Mr. Peterson, my 8th grade math teacher who somehow got me to do so well in math that I switched to advanced math that year (I hate math and I'm traditionally terrible at it, before and after his class)
- Mrs. Thomson, my 11th grade english teacher
- Mrs. Miller, my 12th grade english teacher, who made us do soul-searching to complete every assignment
- Dr. Hatcher, my college choir professor, who believed in me even when it looked like there was nothing to believe in
- Dr. Epley, my college choir professor and academic adviser, who made me better at singing and adapting to crazy people
- Dr. Coleman, my college music theory professor, whose adorable British accent and hilarious British jokes made me pay attention in class
- Dr. Morrison, my college english professor, who saw the talents I was trying so hard to get people to notice
- Dr. Pratt, my college religion professor and chaplain, who always had a second to talk about tough theological issues
sep 10 2008 ∞
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