In every high school English class,
Dear Mrs. Newberry, you kicked my ass.
That we hard workers all might be,
You told us to expect no more than a “C.”
You walked us through Dante, Shakespeare and Chaucer
With a passion you imprinted like a hard steel embosser.
And your cat-eye frames caused quite a fit
Long before Urban Outfitters made them a hit.
With your schoolmarm tone and firm demeanor
You ensured none of us would be a preener.
But your legacy, I’d venture, stretches far beyond
Memories of lectures and Honor Code bond.
For some of us you inspired that, because of our smarts,
We could be more than the sum of our parts.
So upon your retirement I write you this ode,
Wishing good cheer and happy abode,
And scores upon scores of “hip hip hooray,”
To you, dear Mrs. Newberry, first class all the way.