Ms. Iacoboni. Civics Class. Grade 9.
Of what she lacked in hygiene and a feminine side, she made up for in passion. She is the reason I wince each time I witness an American flag being improperly treated. My stomach turns to see Old Glory tattered, or not properly lit at night, or hung incorrectly when placed on a wall, used as bandannas, or, God-forbid, touch the ground.
I learned to highly respect that Grand Ole Flag and the priceless symbols it stands for. But with Ms. Iacoboni, who had a choice? Her passion for our country was pure and zealous. She expected every American, of any age, to feel the same without exception.
My memory fails me when I try to recall the specifics of her classroom such as: her lessons or the assignments we were to accomplish. But one thing I could never forget: she taught me what it means to be an American.
Thank you to those of you who have fought, died, and currently serving to keep the American dream alive.
May we all make Ms. Iacoboni proud.
The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.
-Memorial Day 2010-