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[last_____chance]

I have an amazing request of you people

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[walnut_kyan]

This is the best thing I've seen a student do since her passing. Quote away in an e-mail or something.

I'll always remember being afterschool studying for latin convention. Joseph was there. He's one of those people who will speak his mind no matter what the issue. He recounted his own vicious battles with the Wool only to end with a description of her head spinning around upon her neck and flames shoooting from her mouth. Mrs. Brooks smiled and laughed; she told us just how dedicated Mrs. Woolery was to teaching. Joseph will just have to accept that he is wrong sometimes. After the retelling, I remember wanting nothing more than to meet this woman: to learn from her and to be witness to someone with a passion for bettering others. I light a candle for you, Mrs. Woolery.

[winds_rider]

Mrs. Woolery was this amazing woman. She could take a room filled with people from all diferent backgrounds and beliefs and turn them toward one cause. She gave the love of learning to many and she never stopped pushing you towards being the best that you could be. She was ALWAYS thinking of others, her many projects in NHS were proof of that. She worked tirelessly and always seemed to have a smile opn her face. She touched som many lives. And even now, thorugh those she loved, she will touch others still.

I really wish I could've gone to the funeral. I started crying when I read Jackie's post too.

[was_notprepared]

Mrs. Woolery was honestly the most amazing teacher I've had. She instilled a love of English in me. She came to class every single day and gave us her all, 100% of herself. She was always there for outside of class as well as class discussions. Anything could be said in her class, the most obscure answers could hold truth (ie a wet pad in "Hills Like White Elephants" Andrea). She was always willing to explore new options, even if we got off of the syllabus it didn't matter as long as the students were delving into our own knowledge to find answers and grow. My writing improved so much from her detailed strategies and comments. I loved how she tried to relate to each and every single student she had. She was a great sponsor for Nation Honor Society, always using us, her class, to help raise money for charaties. She was always so happy, and so invovled even with her tennis. She touched so many people; she was such an amazing woman. She let us get away with controlled murder: ordering lunch, post poning quizes because of Bruce

[anonymous]

Mrs. Woolery was the only teacher I ever had who called me by my full name. I was never just "Nick" as far as she was concerned--it was always Nicholas, or on a few occasions, Mr. Nicholas. Just a few extra syllables...but they meant so much. It made her different from any other teacher--it was one of the innumerable things that made her special. And in an odd way, it made me feel special, the way all her students were special to her. It was just one of the strangely motherly things she did every single day. She was also the only teacher who really inspired me to work, to put everything I had into something that I otherwise would have been tempted to blow off. But the one thing that will always stick out in my memory of her is her smile, that undying grin she never seemed to lose. It was infectious; you couldn't even be around her without that smile fighting to spread to your own face. When she laughed you couldn't help but join her. She was the only person I've ever known who always found a reason to feel genuinely happy,

[your_fav_insult]

As much as I complained about the class, I really did love Mrs. Woolery. There was no way you couldn't. She was an absolutely amazing teacher. I remember for the door competition we dressed up Shakespeare as a cowboy. She called him "Wild Bill." And her letters. Her letters were always full of kind words, no matter what was happening in her life. She was always worried about her "AP Angels" doing well. We miss you, Mrs. Woolery. You will always be in our hearts.
Andi Scott