Notes from the Small Pond...A toast to the teachers
Next September will be the first First-Day-of-School since 1999 that a Thill kid doesn't walk, trudge, skip, sprint, sneak, lope, ramble or otherwise motivate his or her butt through the doors of 1000 18th St., Cloquet Senior High School. Poignant, somehow. My kids are beautiful, "fearfully created" and incredibly imperfect specimens of human potential. And, as is inherent in the concept of "potential," none of them have yet potentiated.