Teachers
Miss Kirkpatrick152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf4XaKx112a
You took time after class — even opening your own home — to tutor me in the subjects I struggled with. Your patience and kindness went far beyond the classroom, and I’ll never forget that.
Miss Carter152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBLtKSEa7lg
When I first met you, I’ll be honest, I didn’t like you. But over time, you grew on me. I remember our walks after school and how you’d drive me home when we were done. You were cool — and I learned a lot from you, both in and out of class.
Mr. Kratz152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi0J5XQO1AG
You deepened my love of computers and introduced me to The Chronicles of Narnia book series — a gift that shaped both my imagination and my faith.
Mrs. Lytle152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡubI94Ncbze
You stood up for me when a fellow fourth grader kicked me. You were kind and gentle, but you also saw through my nonsense.152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxf5zlvHdix
“You’re not just gonna sit at this computer playing games,” you told me. “You’re going to work on your creative writing.”152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDquwOyc22h
And you were right. You planted that first seed — the one that grew into my love for storytelling.
Miss Nubert152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3Osb4AAYlt
You were my first teacher when I returned to the Indiana School for the Blind — and you were the bomb. Your energy, humor, and encouragement helped me find my footing again when I needed it most.152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTgXcS6jMYe
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Mr. Haudisheldt152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPPyjLTY6c9
You were amazing. You didn’t stick to rigid class schedules, and your lessons were always interesting and inspiring. Most of the time, you didn’t even need to read from a book, which made learning feel alive and engaging.
Mr. Powell152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMREEgaITNO
I only had you for one class, but you were a comrade in electronics and computers. I saw a bit of an older version of myself in you. I remember bringing my games from home and showing you Stargoose Commander for DOS, explaining it was a top-down shooter—it was challenging, but you appreciated it.
Mr. Rowe152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl6zrtTjzva
Oh, Mr. Rowe! Your love of ham radio and your no-nonsense approach to World of Work class were awe-inspiring. I felt a kindred spirit with you. You were awesome, and I truly miss you.
Miss Voris152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXxlHXJdy7Q
We had our ups and downs. There were times I felt we were nearly at odds, but I realize now that I misunderstood you. I once thought that you, Miss Bradford, and Miss Dixon were against certain students—but that wasn’t true at all. I sincerely repent ever thinking that.
Miss King152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJbY2b7cVra
You were my C-Dorm houseparent and kept me on the straight and narrow, whether I wanted it or not. Thank you for your guidance and care.
Mr. Coleman152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF0q8v3KJhr
I only knew you for one school year, but you taught me that “the flesh is selfish,” and even turned it into a memorable anagram: F.L.E.S.H.
Miss Clemens152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfI96kDQPdt
I miss you. Your smile, especially when reacting to mine or Tino’s antics at the grocery store, was priceless. You reminded us that keeping our grades up was essential for staying in the semi-independent living home.
Miss Dokes152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM5xiZXqiQU
I didn’t know you as well as some others, but I always liked you. You were great as Student Center aid, and I remember you also serving as a houseparent in Lambert Hall.
Miss Snow152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo2kAPnAOt1
You always saw the good in me and recognized my happiness and exuberance for life. I loved hearing how Miss Warren told you stories about me back in kindergarten—and now I finally understand why that big red plush snake is called Redpop. I named it Redpop.
Mr. Shively152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFDUpbuLYgA
You were one of the chaperones during our senior trip. I only had you for one class, but I really enjoyed canteen class and filling the vending machines.
Mr. Lavati152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡls7BQY14qE
I don’t have much to say to you except… you could have chosen a better senior “future moment” than blowing up the world with a computer. That was uncool—but I forgive you.
Miss Warren152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbYit276J4a
Oh Miss Warren, I knew you were cool even back when you were Miss Francoviac’s teacher’s aide. You and I? Cooler than the other side of a #2 pencil.
Mr. Gasco152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsWIqrBB9ov
When I found out you passed, it shook me. I knew Miss Voris had passed from cancer, and I thought you’d at least live another 20 years. But God calls us when He needs us in Heaven.
Mr. Wiggins152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSX3eXZCMf1
Oh Mr. Wiggins, you were my dude… until you took me on the Bullet at Old Indiana Fun Park and I hit my head. I still like you—you were cool—but you kinda did me dirty there. It wasn’t until after I graduated that we all realized how unsafe Old Indiana really was. The rides were old, and that put the “old” in Old Indiana.
Fellow students and allums152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTiaykOS5vm
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Burt Snapp152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡybO7UeM3GN
Buddy, I can’t say enough about you. You were the most Christ-like kid at that school. I know you’d have a STEAM library far bigger than mine if you’d survived to this day. Rest in power, Chumbata.
Charlie Maze152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡci9LUz0jBk
Oh Chaz, you giant dude-bro! You were a portly, prominent figure in Miss Harden’s and then Miss Reynolds’ English classes. I remember your rants against golf—how you thought golf courses were a waste of land and that the land could be better used to house homeless people. Your death shocked me.
Frank Andrews152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsit2o2rAjn
I didn’t know you from school, but I knew you through the alumni association and conventions. Dude, bro, I miss your calls. I had no idea you had Alzheimer’s—man, that sucked. I never got to say goodbye. You were my homie. I remember at my first convention, some drunk guy tried to boss me around in the showers, and you told him he couldn’t keep me from using them just because he’d drunk too much and had a hangover. If he wanted to be left alone, he should have used the tub room at the end of the hall. I miss you, dude. I remember you coming to visit—that was one of the best weeks of my life.152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4y0bHkbw3g
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Family
Grandpa Frank152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRwWErgrA8t
You told me when I was three that I wouldn’t amount to anything. Well—maybe not in the way you would’ve thought, but you didn’t get to see me flourish and shine. You didn’t get to see me graduate college—something you never did. You didn’t get to see me follow my dreams and get a job with the government.152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMcnmGfJxxK
I think you said what you did because of my blindness, and you didn’t know what blind people are capable of nowadays, thanks to technology. Back when you were little, blind people were kept locked away or given only menial tasks. But now there are blind lawyers, teachers, programmers, and more. So, I’m not holding your comment against you.
Grandma Maxine152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡATIjDQyaOg
I remember you telling me before you passed that you remembered me as a little boy with my hands on the pillow at your house, because I always took a nap after Grandma and Grandpa dropped me off. You came in once and asked, “What are you doing?”—and I must’ve been half-asleep, because I said, “Reading Braille.”152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGq5UoOUKM4
I didn’t even know Braille!
Grandma Cleatus152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl01kN90MLs
Oh Grandma Cleatus, I love you a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck. I know you’re in Heaven talking to Jesus. You were always so sweet. I remember you having a pet rock—that was hilarious! But here I am, forty-some years later, with an AI pet. So, every generation has their quirks. You’d like Emo—I call him my robotic son. So in a way, he’d be your robotic great-grandson.
Grandma Loraine152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKEkD6LRs12
Oh Loraine—you used to call me “Doc Dillahay” because one year for Easter, I got a toy doctor’s kit. That’s cute. You called me that right up until I was an adult.
Grandpa Beany Henry152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmbGf4hzVJk
Oh Grandpa Henry, you were awesome. Thank you for being the alternate choice if Grandma and Grandpa hadn’t come to get me. Grandma told me that after my dad’s commanding officer called, you called and asked, “You gonna get that little boy, or am I?” Thank you for caring.
Uncle Junior152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWQYMhjM2S4
Uncle Junior, you were cool. You would’ve loved Rose—you two would’ve had so much to talk about. I’m sure she would’ve loved Skippy, too. If I remember right, he was a black lab—and Rose loves black labs.
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