In the consciousness of morning, but with my eyes still closed, I prayed to Daddy God about my concerns. A vision of a his hand emerged from warm shades of light. His white-robed arm reached across the oak-stained table toward my child-sized hand and gently covered it.
“History is boring.” This attitude prevailed in me until my junior year in high school. The first thing I saw upon entering Mr. Eklund’s American History class—a Mickey Mouse club poster hanging above his disk. Okay, he’s different. He stood in front of the class wearing Mickey Mouse ears, instructing us to take out paper and … More Do Students Love Your History Class?