Mr. Morris,

I already thanked you over a decade ago when I wrote a wonderful poem (my opinion) about our senior English class at Marshall High School. You had an impression on decades of kids, and it was a breath of fresh, smokey, coffey air for me. I suddenly wanted to challenge the rules, or at least question them. I had always been a good student and writer, but your in-your-face attitude led me to near-greatness, sometimes. It also led me to becoming a teacher, which wasn’t bad for a decade or so. I’m glad you didn’t have to deal with being in a classroom when Act 10 ruined teaching in Wisconsin, but I am glad you were in that classroom back in the 90s.