I felt ridiculously happy Monday morning, considering that I've never met Jackie Roehl, a 10th-grade English teacher at Edina High School.
But I couldn't help myself as I read about Roehl, 47, the 2012 Minnesota Teacher of the Year.
My life was forever altered by my own 10th-grade English teacher, which now gives my editor someone specific to blame.
Mrs. Laval was the most exotic person I'd ever met growing up decades ago in New Mexico. She wore short knit dresses and green tights. She dyed her severe, face-framing haircut jet black and lined her eyes with several layers of pencil.
She was Goth before there was Goth. Her deep voice was a constant surprise coming from a woman barely 5 feet tall.
And she taught us to cherish artful storytelling like nobody's business.
For an hour a day, we devoured Hemingway and Harper Lee, Steinbeck and Shakespeare. Through literature, we learned about human suffering and heroism, about loyalty and love and, sometimes, devastating personal choices, which I would argue is pretty much the same lineup that's offered by a daily newspaper.
At least I make a direct link from her classroom to this newsroom.