Immeke Schmidt
Mr. Henson was and is one of my favorite teachers ever. I feel lucky to have been taught by him. He used to read our class the newspaper, and jump up and down and squeak like a dolphin when we were too loud. As far as I know, his only source of nutrition was black coffee and cigarettes. He taught me not to ever get off the phone without telling someone how much I loved them. He also taught me what liver spots were. He may have been dishonorably discharged from the Navy, but no one can be sure. He has always been in my heart because he treated me like a person in middle school, before anyone is ever a fully-formed human being. May he rest.
