When I was in high school, I loved most of my classes. Being a student came naturally to me most of the time, but there was always one exception. It was that one dreaded hour of everyday when I had to walk through the doorway into history class. I always struggled with history. It seemed to be just a random bunch of endless dates to remember, wars to separate, and none of it was easy for me to make heads or tails out of. That all changed during my junior year when Mr. Ellis became my history teacher.
During that first day of class, Mr. Ellis walked in confidently and wrote three words on the blackboard: “Why History Matters”. A few of my classmates looked skeptical at our new teacher. He was not the typical history teacher. He looked more like a body builder or a professional wrestler. It was strange that he was teaching history instead of gym class, but this good looking teacher had the attention of the female students at least! As we all listened, he began to talk about why history matters.
Mr. Ellis began by explaining that history was much more than a bunch of stories in a textbook. In fact, those stories were completely relevant to our high school lives. “They are stories of courage, of bravery, of standing up for what is right in the world and fighting against what is wrong.” He began to make connections between those old stories and what we were going through there in the halls of Grant High School. That year forever changed how I viewed history. I realized that it was in fact much more than just a bunch of irrelevant stories. The Civil War came to life through the magical lens of Mr. Ellis.