Rebecca Neumann
Staff Writer

Today, many juniors are cramming for an APUSH for the last time. Though this is mainly cause for celebration, a certain sadness hangs in the air for students of Jim Griffin knowing that he will never pass out a new syllabus again. He is retiring after this year.

Although I do not regret having to memorize more than fifty identifications per test and cramming while trying to watch the NFL draft, it makes me sad knowing that future students will never have the awesome Mr. Griffin as their teacher. I have learned more about history in his class than I ever thought possible and I couldn’t imagine a better, more thorough teacher.

Not only is it Mr. Griffin’s anecdotes that make him such an incredible teacher, but also his amazing classroom. Covering the walls are pieces of history: newspapers marking important events, military recruitment signs for past wars, old movie posters. Soon, they will all be gone, packed away, never to be used as teaching tools again.

When class ends today, all of my peers will be relieved, but several of them will be a little sad, too.