I'm so happy my mom sent me this tiny feature on Mr. Savino today. His class was one of the best I've ever taken, college included, and I'll never forget how happy I was to be in his windowless room every day. It was a competitive one to get into; I lucked out in the rostering lottery, having just started at Hermitage after moving across the country and knowing no one. That was tough for a tenth grader, and 20th Century History was one reason to be excited about going to school every day.
I still have my notebook from Savino's class, its pages absolutely loaded. I remember specific lessons and activities and lectures and the way moved around the room, loved the Beatles, and made epically enormous lists of talking points on the green chalkboard. When I think of people who inspired me to go into teaching, Savino immediately comes to mind. I love that younger generations still get to have his class to grapple with big ideas, ask important questions, and most importantly, love learning.
I still have my notebook from Savino's class, its pages absolutely loaded. I remember specific lessons and activities and lectures and the way moved around the room, loved the Beatles, and made epically enormous lists of talking points on the green chalkboard. When I think of people who inspired me to go into teaching, Savino immediately comes to mind. I love that younger generations still get to have his class to grapple with big ideas, ask important questions, and most importantly, love learning.
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