Mr. Matz

I saw the picture below today and thought of Mr. Matz. He was a sub art teacher for us.

Pretty much all subs are awful. But not him.

The first time Mrs. Engle’s class met him was in the cafeteria. We were all eating lunch and he picks up the microphone. We were all expecting him to start ranting about how loud we were because that is what Ms. Ross did every day. Instead he starts rapping. I’m serious. And beat-boxing. Like what kind of teacher does that? A good one.

Anyway, Ms. Ross was so mad.

But later in art, he said we could draw him something and he’d hang it in his office, so people are drawing things left and right, but I’m just sketching a rose not for him.

And he comes over and is like, “You’re really good at drawing those. I’d love one.”

And I’m shocked. I’m like, “Oh, thanks.” Then,

I drew him one. Katie had to convince me to give it to him though. He seemed to really like it. He made me feel really special that day.

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