Of all the teachers I ever had, Mr. Burns influenced me more than all the others put together. He taught me to recognize the nuances of artists style in a way that still shocks me today as I can instinctively identify the artist from seeing a work of art. It’s just uncanny — like he taught me a secret language of lines, colors, subject, and landscapes. A code. I really don’t know how he did it. He wore an ascot, wore tweed plaid jackets, and had a beautiful mysteriously wonderful wife who stopped by class every so often. She had black hair and always beautiful dressed. I imagined they traveled the world and had first hand knowledge of all the places he talked about in humanities class. I recently was in Munich for a reunion of sorts and several attendees were VBHS alumni. Walking the streets of Munich found us talking about school memories and of course Mr. Burns. Several of us had had him and the ones that didn’t couldn’t believe the stories about him as they flowed. He was everyone’s favorite and I’ve thought about him a million times. I so regret not reaching out to tell him how much I learned from him and how much he influenced me in so many ways. Rest easy, Mr. Burns, and thank you!
Of all the teachers I ever had, Mr. Burns influenced me more than all the others put together. He taught me to recognize the nuances of artists style in a way that still shocks me today as I can instinctively identify the artist from seeing a work of art. It’s just uncanny — like he taught me a secret language of lines, colors, subject, and landscapes. A code. I really don’t know how he did it. He wore an ascot, wore tweed plaid jackets, and had a beautiful mysteriously wonderful wife who stopped by class every so often. She had black hair and always beautiful dressed. I imagined they traveled the world and had first hand knowledge of all the places he talked about in humanities class. I recently was in Munich for a reunion of sorts and several attendees were VBHS alumni. Walking the streets of Munich found us talking about school memories and of course Mr. Burns. Several of us had had him and the ones that didn’t couldn’t believe the stories about him as they flowed. He was everyone’s favorite and I’ve thought about him a million times. I so regret not reaching out to tell him how much I learned from him and how much he influenced me in so many ways. Rest easy, Mr. Burns, and thank you!